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1 


SONG^ 


IN  THE  NIGHT 


BY  A 


YOUNG  WOMs^ 


Under  heavy  Afflictions* 


■^^s\  .  '^T' 


WITH  A  SUPPLEMENT* 


«  Whoglveth  Songs  in  the  Night:'--}o^  xxxv.  10. 


SECOND    AMEHICAN    EDITION; 

PUBLISHED  by  STEPHEN  C.  USTICK, 

BURLINGTON,   N.J. 

isor. 


PREFACE 


TO 


THE  FIRST  EDITION. 


s 


'UFFICE  it  to  sav  of  this  Publication,  that 
tlie  Author  of  it  is  a  very  obscure  young  woman,  and 
quite  destitute  of  the  advantages  of  education,  as  well 
as  under  great  bodily  affliction.    Her  father  dying  when 
she  was  young,  and  leaving  a  large  family  unprovided 
for,  she  went  out  to  service  at  sixteen  years  of  age;  in 
which  station  she  contmued  till  August,  1772;  when 
disorders  seized  her,  which  ever  since  have  bafHed  the 
power  of  medicine  and  the  skill  of  physicians  — rBut 
God,  who  is  rich  in  mercy,  was  pleased,  in  love  to  her 
soul,  at  the  beginning  of  the  affliction,  marvellously  to 
manifest  himself  unto  her ;  and  has  been  instructing  her 
from  that  time  in  the  things  pertaining  to  his  kingdonn 
and  the  righteousness  thereof,  as  the  following  poetic 
performances,  which  are  printed  fronf\  the  Author's  own 
hand  writing  (who,  by  the  way,  learnt  herself  to 
write),  do  in  some  measure  witness.     But,  such  is  her 
modesty,  they  would  never  have  appeared  to  the  vv'orld 
in  her  life-time,  if  it  had  not  been  that  some  months  ago 
^he  thought  she  was  jictually  in  dying  ciicumstancesj 


IV  PREFACE. 

she  thcreforiC  committed  them  to  the  care  of  the  Editor, 
charging  him  to  let  none  see  them  till  after  her  decease. 
— Bnt  as  she  appears  now  much  more  likely  to  live, 
than  at  the  beginning  of  her  affliction  (though  without 
any  prospect  of  ever  being  able  to  earn  her  bread),  he 
could  not  be  easy  to  let  them  lay  by  any  longer,  *'  hid 
"  up  in  a  napkin ;"  thinking,  that  the  talent  was  given 
her  to  profit  withal,  and  that  they  might,  under  the 
blessing  of  the  most  High,  be  of  some  use  to  others, 
mere  especially  to  the  sons  and  daughters  of  affliction. 

The  Header  may  depend  upon  it,  if  there  should  be 
any  profit  arise  from  the  sale  thereof,  it  will  be  faith- 
fully applied  to  the  Author's  use. 

That  the  blessing  of  him  *;  who  giveth  Songs  in  the 
"  Night'*  may  make  it  profiiahle  to  those  who  arc 
training  up  in  the  scho(»l  of  affliction  on  earth,  for 
sirjging  the  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  in  Heaven, 
is  the  fervent  prayer  of 

THS  EDITOR. 

Ipsviich,  Jan,  6,  1780. 


THE   LATE 

REVEREND  DOCTOR  CONDER's 

Mecommendation  to  the  Second  Edition* 


1  HESE  linle  sennets,  called  *'  Songs  in 
"  the  Night,"  now  pa^s  under  a  second  edition* — ■ 
sufficient  is  said  in  the  Preface  to  the  first,  as  to  the 
situation  and  affecting  circunnstances  of  the  Composer 
of  them ;  the  truth  of  vv  hicli  account  I  have  thoroughly- 
informed  myself  of  ;  and  do  assure  the  public,  she  has 
no  certainty  of  a  tolerable  support  under  her  ill  state  of 
health,  but  from  the  donations  of  her  friends,  and  the 
advantage  she  may  reap  from  this  further  publication : 
— so  that  her  case  is  truly  deserving  all  charitable  regard; 
and,  as  such,  I  sincerely  recomnrkend  it. 

And,  besides  this,^  without  fearing  censure,  I  think 
these  little  productions  deserve  to  be  recommended  to 
the  candid,  and  even  curious,  Reader,  as  a  pleasing 
entertainment  for  such  to  observe  wTiat  may  be  the 
efforts  of  uncuhivated  genius,  connected  with  a  true 
spirit  of  piety, — I  am  sensible  there  may  be  several 
occasional  escapes,  as  to  her  language,  grammar,  and 
other  ornaments  of  exact  writing,   as  well  as  sornc 

«2 


Vt     .  RECOMMENDATIOl^. 

instances  of  her  county  phraseology;  which,  howeve/, 
it  has  been  judged  proper  to  let  stand,  as  coming  from 
HER   pen,   rather   than    attempt  corrections  in  those 
particulars.  Nevertheless,  I  am  free  to  own,  that  I  have 
been  greatly  pleased  with  her  uniformity  of  sentiment, 
the  propriety  with  which  she  useth  words  less  common 
and  the  general  smoothness  of  her  versification.    And, 
as  to  the  pious  Reader,  I  flatter  myself  such  will  be 
entertained  profitably  and  pleasantly,  without  any  thing 
more  being  said,  than  that  the  whole  seems  to  breathe 
a  true  spirit  of  sublime  devotion,  and  the  subject  matter 
is  highly  evangelical.^ — A  fit  companion  for  the  closet  to 
those  whose  circumstances  in  life  do  not  admit  of  much 
reading  besides  the  Bible, 

Her  modesty  also  has  been  so  remarkable,  that  the 
Editor  of  the  first  edition  with  gp-eat  difficulty  gained 
her  consent  to  their  seeing  the  light,  vrithout  giving  her 
name,  which  he  could  not  obtain:  but,  as  it  is  an 
indulgence  to  the  curiosity  of  some  Readers  to  know 
who  is  the  writer,  in  this  second  edition  she  has  gratified 
her  friends  by  drawing  up  the  following  Acrostic : — 

S  HALL  I  presume  to  tell  the  world  my  name?— 

U  p  to  this  hour  I  glory  in  my  shame  :— 

S  o  great  my  weakness,  that  1  boast  of  might; 

A  fool  in  knowledge,  yet  in  wisdom  right; 

N  o  life,  and  yet  I  live;  I'm  sick,  and  well; 

K  ot  far  from  Heav'n,  though  on  the  brink  of  hell, 

A  nd  words,  and  oaths,  and  blood  delight  me  well. 


RECOMMENDATION.  VI 

H  o\v  strange!  I'm  deaf,  and  dumb,  and  lame  and  blind, 
A  nd  hear,  .and  see,  and  walk,  and  talk,  you  find, 
R  obb'd  by  my  dearest  friend  I'm  truly  poor, 
R  iches  imnnense  I  always  have  in  stor,^; 
I  *m  fed  by  mortals;  but,  let  mortals  know, 
S  ucli  is  my  food,  no  mortal  can  bestow : 
O  h  1   how  I  long  to  die,  and  wish  to  live  ! — 
N  ow,  if  you  can,  explain  th'  account  I  giv^e. 

Upon  the  whole,  as  I  am  persuaded  her  chief  desire, 
by  this  Publication,  is  to  assidf  the  plain  christian  in 
in  maintaining  and  making  prbgress  in  the  divine  life; 
so  I  sincerely  pray,  that  the  blessing  of  **  The  God  of 
*'  all  grace"  may  eminently  succeed  her  well  meant 
endeavor ! 

JOHN  CONDER. 

Hachney,  March  13.  irSl. 


#3 


^"^  The  Reader  will  perceive  by  the  preceding  Prefac€ 
and  Rec^njmendatiofi,  that  this  Work  was  twice 
printed  during  the  life  of  the  Author,  for  her  benefit. 
Afcer  her  decease,  a  Supplement  and  an  interesting 
description  of  a  remarkable  Scene  in  her  Life,  were 
added:  since  which  eight  or  nine  editions  have 
been  published  in  England;  and  the  present  is  the 
fecond  American, 


>s 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


A 


Fags 

LL  glory  belongs  to  Jesus  alone        --  65 

Ant  I  indeed  bom  from  above  ?  --  50 

Arise,  my  soul,  to  Jesus  fly,  —  79 

Attend,  my  soul,  and  trembling  hear,  —  20 

Awake,  my  heart!  my  soul,  arise  !  ♦•-  5 

Away  my  doubts,  begone  my  fear,  —  76 

Begone  my  worldly  cares,  away !  --^  4 

Behold,  he  comes,  the  Saviour  comes,  —  o^ 

Be  merciful,  O  God,  to  me,  --  55 

Bring  all  the  brutish  and  unwise  —  94 

By  holiness  and  watchful  care,  —  41 

Chasten 'd  I  am  from  day  to  day,  -  103 

Christian,  wouldst  thou  in  grace  excel,  -  —  47 

Come,  each  desponding,  drooping  soul,  —  59 

Come,  O  my  doubring  soul,  attend,  —  57 

Come,  view  the  field  of  love  divine,  —  ''I 

Condemn  me  not,  most  gracious  God,  —  25 

Deceivers  will  atFect  V  appear  —  41 

'Gainst  thee,  thou  HI/,  Ju-t,  and  Wise,  --  115 

God  and  his  law  are  tiiy  delight,  —  24 

God  of  my  days,  God  of -my  ni.-^hts,  --  4 

Good  news  tht-se  blessed  words  impart  —  14 

Grace  will  to  every  duty  bind,*  --  47 


X  TABLE. 

Haste  that  delightful,  awful  day  —     87 

Hear  this,  ye  fav'rites  of  the  l^ord,  —  127 

High  in  the  Heavens  doth  God  reside,  .-     39 

How  are  my  powers  all  tun'd  to  mourn  —     89 

How  oft  doth  beauty  lead  to  sin,  —  120 

How  should  the  morning  of  my  days  —       3 

How  suitable  this  word  to  me,  ~     96 

I  fear  the  God  of  Heaven  and  earth,  —     23 

1  languish  for  a  sight  --     73 

I,  Jesus,  am  ascended  high,  —  118 

In  this  extreme  distress  of  soul,  —     93 

Is  this  thy  will,  and  must  I  be,  —  134 

Is  this  unpleasant  Gup  now  given  —  100 

Is  Jesns  evermore  the  sanne  ?  -■     12 

I  think  my  table  richly  spread,  --  109 

Jesus  exalts  his  fav*rites  high,  —  US 

Jesus,  I  now  address  my  throne,  —  I25 

Jesus,  my  Advocate  and  King,  —     91 

Jesus,  my  Hiding-place  thou  art,  —     95 

Jesus  my  mourning  soul  doth  lead,  —  105 

Jesus,  the  great,  the  mighty  God,  -     18 

Jesus,  thou  God  of  nations,  bend  —  123 

Jesus,  thy  love  is  still  my  theme,  --     75 

Jesus,  when  1  can  see  thy  face,  --  102 

Let  all  my  anxious  csres  be  gone,  -     37 

Let  all  the  heavenly  hosts  rejoice,  —     ^^ 

Let  me  adore  his  boundless  grace,  —       ^ 

Let  me  lie  prostrate  on  the  ground,  —     ^2 

Let  not  the  learned  and  the  wise  —     ^1 

Let  others,  wrapt -in  self-conceit,  --     *^^ 

Let  praise  employ  my  heart  and  tongue :  -     jo 

Like  Enoch  I  wodd  seek  to  be,  -  ^^^ 


TABLE.  XI 

Look,  O  my  soul,  within  the  veil,  -  117 

Look  unto  me,  the  Saviour  cries,  —     35 

Lord,  can  a  helpless  worm,  like  me,  —     ^1 

Lord,  captivate  my  every  thought,  —     46 

Lord,  I  confess  my  guilt  and  shame,  —     6L 

Lord,  is  not  this  my  one  desire,  "     ^1 

Lord,  is  it  not  my  soul's  desire  --     ^7 

Lord,  search  and  try  this  heart  of  mine,  —     19 

Lord,  *tis  enough,  at  length  I  own  —     62 

Lord,  what  am  I  without  thy  love  ?  —     ^^ 

My  God,  for  I  can  call  thee  mine,  —  108 

My  God,  how  restless  is  my  mind!  —     80 

My  life  declines,  my  strength  is  gone,  —     83 

My  soul,  what  dost  thou  here?  -•  115 

No  man  nor  angel  can  compare  —    74 

No  more  of  works  I  vainly  boast,  —     63 

Now  have  I  spent  in  sighs  and  tears  —     88 

Now  let  me  from  this  world  retire,  --  1«^1 

Now  let  my  faith  grow  strong  and  plead  —     68 

Now  let  my  faith  look  through  her  fears,  --       8 

Now  let  my  soul  adore  and  praise  —  329 

Now  may  the  God  of  boundless  grace,  —     10 

Now  shall  my  soul  adore  the  grace  --  104 

Now,  whilst  I  try  my  heart,  —     45 

O  could  I  find  some  peaceful  bower  —  123 

O  could  I  to  Jerus'lem  go,  —     82 

Of  rest  I  hear,  of  rest  I  talk,  —     85 

Often,  great  God,  I've  heard  of  thee',  —     22 

Oft  has  my  soul  in  secret  bless'd  —     28 

O  God,  how  mournful  is  my  case!  •-     98 

O  happy  souls  that  love  the  Lord,  --     13 

O  let  Jehovah's  liberal  hand  --  119 

O  let  me  lay  my  an^^^r  by,  -    ^^ 


XII  TABLE. 


-  38 

ight  abode,  --       2 

-  86 


O  soul-reviving  word,. 

O  thou,  who  shin'st  in  brigni  aooae, 

O  what  a  vain  and  empt/  world  is  this ! 

Rapid  my  days  and  months  run  on,  —       1 

Remember  me,  thou  great  I  AM,  --  133 

Riches  immense  are  in  thy  hand,  —     IS 

Salvation's  work  is  done,  —    32 

Say,  is  this  wild,  corrupted  nation  --  122 

Shew  me  the  soul  to  doubts  expos'd,  15 

Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys,  --  111 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  dearest  Lord,  --     75 

The  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings  —  112 

The  rain  descends,  the  tempests  rise,  —     32 

The  Triune  God  above,  --     3(> 

Thine  anger,  Lord,  how  short  the  stay,  —     58 

This  blessing  Lord,  to  me  impart,—  —     40 

This  promise  is  to  sinners  made,  —     49 

This  wretched  heart  will  still  backslide,  —     54 

Thou  art  acquainted  with  my  heart,  --     60 

Though  I  of  sinners  am  the  chief,  --  106 

Thou  God  of  justice  and  of  grace,  --     26 

'Tismy  Beloved's  awful  voice;  —  130 

To  God  I'd  seek  in  each  distress,  —     99 

To  Him  that  brought  salvation  nigh,  --     32 

To  him,  to  him,  whose  love  hath  wrought  --     17 

To  thee,  again  my  gracious  God,  —  124 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  make  my  moan,  —     97 

To  us,  to  us  a  child  is  born,  --       7 

Tremble,  my  soul,  fall  down  before  —     29 

Turn,  O  my  soul,  from  Moses  turn,  —     35 

Unfertile,  intricate,  and  strange,  --    7Q 


TABLE.  XIII. 

Well  may  I  groan  beneath  thy  stroke,  -     27 

What  ails  this  vile,  deceitful  heart  ?  -    72 

When  will  my  sweet  release  be  sign'd,  -     84 

Where  is  the  understanding  heart,  —    48 

Where  shall  I  go  but  to  my  Lord,  --     81 

Who  is  this  heavenly  person,  who  —     78 

Why  does  this  room  so  often  prove  --  128 

Why,  Jonah,  does  thine  anger  rise?  --     69 

Why,  O  my  soul,  these  gloomy  fears?  -*     64 

Why  should  the  dread  of  sinful  man  -     42 

Why  thus  cast  do    n,  my  soul  ?  —  101 

Will  God  be  merciful  to  ine,  —     55 

Without  the  aid  of  sovereign  grace,  —  126 

Y«  highly  favor 'd,  who  profess,  —    ^2 


MEDITATIONS, 

But  why,  my  soul,  so  much  disposed  to  grieve?  --  144 

Come,  Jesus,  thou  Desire  of  Nations!  come,      —  160 

How  active,  O  how  numerous  are  my  thoughts !  —  159 

How  did  the  heavenly  multitude  rejoice,  —  136 

I  thank  thee,  O  my  Father  and  my  God,  —  139 

O  blessed  words,  and  welcome  to  my  soul!  —  158 

O  solemn  thought!  v/eak  man  is  born  to  die;     —  140 

The  time  is  short;  how  awful  is  the  sound!         —  142 

Thus  the  apostles  pray'd  ;  and  O,  my  soul,  --  157 

Up  to  th*  eternal  hills  I  lift  my  eyes,        '  —  150 

What  manly  courage,  what  undaunted  zeal         —  155 

While  I  am  call'd  to  reason,  Lord,  with  thee,     —  148 

Who  would  not  fear  thee,  O  thou  King  of  saints !  ~  152 

Why  am  1  not  consign 'd  to  endless  woe?  —  138 

Why,  sin,  has^  thou  deprav'd  my  nature  thus?    —  14S 

^With  thee,  thou  great  I  Am,  thou  Just  ?md  wise,  --  154 


XIV  TABLE. 


SUPPLEMENT. 

Behold  the  man!  how  humble  is  his  mind!  -  174- 

But  why  did  Martha  take  this  load  --  172 

Christian,  examine  well  thy  mind ;  —  170 

Did  Joshua  solemnly  record  —  175 

How  welcome  is  this  news  --  165 

Is  God  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ?  -  169 

Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord,  --  171 

Lord,  help  me  to  come  near  thy  seat,  —  183 

Lord,  I*m  a  faint,  a  feeble  worm,  —  167 

Lord,  in  thy  mercy  1  rejoice,  --  163 

Madam,  I  now  return  your  little  book,  —  177 

O  what  are  all  the  best  designs  --  182 

Take  courage,  O  my  soul!  and  rest  --  164 

Thanks  to  thy  name,  thou  God  of  love,  --  166 

The  garment  that  you  gave  me  I  admire,  —  176 

The  law  of  God  is  just,  --  168 

Thus  Ruth  receiv'd  the  kindness  of  her  friend,    --  180 

*ris  with  a  grateful  view  I  retire^  -  17^ 


Songs  in  the  Ntghh 


I. 


NEW  YEAR. 

1  TJ  APID  my  days  and  months  run  oiii 
•■-^  How  soon  another  year  is  gone ! 
How  swift  my  golden  moments  roll. 
How  much  neglected  by  my  souil 

2  Let  me  begin  with  holy  fear 

This  new,  this  fleeting,  flying  year ; 
Too  many  unimprov*d  have  passed. 
This  year,  perhaps,  may  be  my  last, 

3  Give  me,  gi-eat  God,  an  heart  to  pray; 
Let  all  old  things  be  done  away; 
Give  me  new  strength  to  conquer  sin. 
And  plant  new  holiness  within. 

4  I  ask  new  wisdom  for  this  year. 
New  fitness  for  my  trials  hertjj 
Of  every  grace  a  richer  stoie. 
My  God  to  love  and  honor  more. 

5  This  year,  O  sheath  war's  direful  sword! 
Let  everv  nation  serve  the  Lord: 
Visit  thy  church,  and  may  she  bear 
Much  glorious  fruit  this  blessed  year. 

A 


11. 

FAST-DAY,  FEB.  2/,  1778. 

1  O  THOU,  >vho  shin*st  in  bright  abode^ 

Ineffable  in  glory, God! 

Angels  thy  Majesty  adore, 

And  devils  tremble  at  thy  power- 

2-  O  thou,  Most  Holy,  Wise,  Supreme, 
Just  to  revenge,  strong  to  redeem ! 
Enlarge  our  hearts  before  thy  throne, 
While  o*er  a  guilty  land  we  moura. 

S  A  land  of  violence  and  strife, 
Regardless  of  a  peaceful  life ; 
A  land  whose  guilt  for  vengeance  cries, 
Full  of  oppression,  vice,  and  lies* 

4  O  thou,  whose  condescending  grace 
Shines  glorious  in  a  Saviour's  face, 
Now,  for  his  sake,  bow  down  thine  ear. 
Avert  the  judgments  that  we  fear. 

5  O  thou,  whose  goodness  weVe  abus*d! 
Whose  love  and  mercy  we've  refused, 
Guilty  before  thy  face  we  stand, 

And  ask  forgiveness  at  thine  hand, 

6  O  thou,  whose  wisdom's  all  divine! 
No  counsel  stands  so  firm  as  thine; 
Thou  God  of  order  and  of  peace 
Command  this  dreadful  war  to  cease* 

Y  Bring  the  contending  parties  near^ 
And  reconcile  us  in  thv  fear; 
That  we  may  yet  securely  rest, 
A  nation  by  ^chovab  blest. 


in. 

A  MORNING  HYMN. 

In  the  Morning  viill  I  direct  viy  Prayer  unto  tbee,  and  ivili 

look  up. — Psalm  v.  3. 

1  How  should  the  morning  of  my  days. 
Be  spent  in  humble  prayer  and  praise 
To  Him  who  gave  me  life  and  breath. 
And  still  preserves  my  soul  from  death. 

2  God  has  from  sleep  restored  my  sight, 

I'll  praise  him  for  the  morning  light :  ' 

For  his  protecting  grace  I'll  pray. 
To  guard  and  keep  me  all  the  day. 

8  I'll  still  resolve  to  seek  his  face. 

And  praise  him  for  redeeming  grace  } 
I  love  his  nanie,  I  love  his  word, 
I  love  to  commune  with  the  Lord. 

4  Up  to  his  throne  I'll  lift  my  eyes, 
He  will  regard  my  early  cries: 
He  will  not  frown  my  soul  away. 
He  loves  to  heaHhis  children  pray. 

5  To  him  I'll  dedicate  my  days, 
Then  shall  I  prosper  in  my  ways: 
And  whilst  nay  calling  I  pursue 
His  praise  shallterminate  my  view. 

%  O  may  his  condescending  love 

Still  draw  my  heart  to  things  above; 
That  I  among  his  saints  may  know 
The  joys  of  heaven  begun  below. 

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AN  EVENING  HYMN.  1 

Send  out  thy  Light  and  thy  7rwf/6.— Psalm  xli'u,  3. 
1  God  of  my  days,  God  of  my  nights. 
Source  of  my  sours  supreme  delights. 
Come,  manifest  thy  love  to  me, 
And  let  me  close  this  day  with  thee. 

r  Nearness  to  Christ  I  fain  would  find, 

0  let  not  distance  vex  my  mind; 

1  long  to  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
To  converse  with  the  God  of  heaven.  > 

G  Send,  Source  of  Light,  some  cheering  raj 
To  turn  my  darkness  into  day  ; 
I  mourn,  and  think  thy  absence  long, 
O  listen  to  my  evening  song. 


V. 

SATURDAY  NIGHT. 

Begone,  my  worldly  cares,  away! 

Nor  dare  to  tempt  my  sight ; 
Let  i-ne  begin  th*  ensuing  day 

Before  I  end  this  night. 


I 


ommand  my  blindness  to  depart;  j 
':till  keep  me  froin  a  careless  hefltrt: 

Lord  captivate  each  vain  desire,  \ 

And  raise  these  vile  affections  higher.  ^ 

O  let  the  mercies  of  this  day  i 

Teach  me  to  praise  as  well  as  pray:  | 

Now  take,  my  soul,  on  Jesu's  breast^  ! 

Thy  safest,  sweetest,  surest  rest.  I 


5 

2  Yes,  let  the  work  of  prayer  and  praise 
Employ  my  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Begin,  my  soul ! — thy  sabbath  days 
Can  never  be  too  long. 

5  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 
Excite  a  grateful  frame : 
Nor  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 
Some  good  of  Jesu's  name. 

4  Jesus ! — how  pleasing  is  the  sound  I 

How  worthy  of  my  love  ! — 
Why  is  my  heart  so  lifeless  found? 
Why  plac'd  no  more  above  ? 

5  Forgive  my  dulncss,  dearest  Lord, 

And  quicken  all  my  powers; 
Prepare  me  to  attend  thy  word, 
T*  iniprove  the  sacred  hours, 

6  On  wings  of  expectation  borne. 

My  hopes  to  heaven  ascend : 
I  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn. 
With  thee  the  day  to  spend.. 


VI. 

LORDVDAY  MORNING, 

1  Awake  my  heart  1  my  soul,  arise ! 
This  is'the  day  believers  prize: 
Improve  this  sabbath  then  with  care :  ' 
Another  niay  not  be  thy  share. 

2  O  solemn  thought ! — Lord,  give  me  powV 
Wisely  to  fill  up  every  hour  ;  . 

O  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love 
-^  To  bear  my  heart  and  soul  above  ! 

A3 


S  Jesus,  assist,  ttor  let  me  fail 
To  worship  thee  within  the  veil  3 
To  glorify  thy  matchless  grace. 
To  see  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 

4  Go  with  me  to  thy  house  to  day, 

And  tune  my  heart  to  praise  and  pray ; 
Like  dew  command  thy  word  to  fall, 
Refreshing,  quici<.*ning,  saving  all. 

5  Call  forth  my  thoughts,  and  let  them  rove 
O'er  the  green  pastures  of  thy  love ; 

O  let  not  sin  prevent  my  rest, 

Kor  keep  me  from  my  Saviour's  breast. 

6  Give  to  thy  church  a  large  increase^ 
Send  hcf  ]fjrospenty  and  peace; 
May  all  the  saints  in  Zion  say, 

O  happy,  happy,  happy  day ! 


VIL 

LORD^s  DAY  EVENING^ 

i   Lfif  me  adore  his  boundless  grace. 
His  condescension,  and  his  love: 
Which  taught  my  soul  to  seek  his  face. 
And  drew  my  heart  to  things  above. 

2  Fain  would  I  sing,  and  praise  the  Lord, 

Oft  has  he  bless'd  me  in  his  house; 
Fain  would  1  live  upon  his  word, 
And  keep  my  oft-repeated  vows* 

3  Yet  would  I  moufn,  with  conscious  shame. 

What  sin  my  holiest  duties  stain: 
My  best  performances  are  lame, 
And  all  without  th*  s^tonement  vain. 


4  Christ's  righteousness  alone  I  plead, 

And  cast  my  offerings  at  his  feet; 
His  merits  must  for  me  succeed, 

Through  him  acceptance  I  shall  meet. 

5  Thanks  to  his  name,  his  covenant  love 

Remains  unalterably  strong  : 
I  shall  his  great  salvation  prove. 
He  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  song, 

^  My  heart  is  now  his  blest  abode, 
I  love  his  ways,  his  name  revere ; 
Scon  shall  I  mount  the  hill  of  God, 
Tc  spend  an  endless  sabbath  there# 


vni. 

Unto  us  a  Child  is  born^  unto  us  a  Son  is  gi^oen^  and  the 
Governme?it  shall  be  upon  his  Shoulder:  and  his  N'a'tne 
shall  be  called  JVonderful,  Counsellor,  the  Mighty  God^ 
the  Kverlastin^  Father,  the  Prince  of  Peace. ^-^l^^,  ix*6, 

1  To  us,  to  us  a  Child  is  born, 

Arise,  and  hail  the  glorious  morn: 
Come,  let  us  praise  the  God  of  heav*n> 
To  us,  to  us  a  Son  is  giv*n! 

!2  To  us,  the  guilty  race  of  man, 
He  comes! — an  Infant  of  a  span! 
O  let  us  sing  his  wond'rous  love. 
Which  brings  salvsition  fijom  abov^< 


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3  He  comes,  all  potent  to  sustain, 
In  government  an  endless  name. 
Sinners,  rejoice  and  spread  his  fame, 
In  Counsel  Wonderful  his  name, 

4  The  Mighty  God — The  Prince  of  Peace, 
Whose  kingdom  never  shall  decrease : 

The  Everlasting  Father's  come —       *- 
How  strange! — A  servant — from  the  womb! 

5  With  angels  let  our  souls  adore 

The  virgin's  Son — the  Prince  of  Power ; 
Jesus  !  witl>  praise  inspire  our  tongues. 
And  then  accept  our  grateful  songs. 

^  All  praise  to  God  for  grace  divine  ! 
The  hymn  let  saints  and  seraphs  join; 
Let  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring 
While  we  adore  our  new-born  King. 


IX. 


THOUGHTS  AT  THE  LORD's  TABLE. 

1  Now  let  my  faith  look  through  her  fears. 

And  view  my  dearest  Lord,  ■ 

Groaning  in  agonies  and  tears. 
That  I  might  be  restor'd. 

2  Methinks  I  see  the  thorny  bands 

That  tore  his  sacred  head,  '  ] 

His  pierced  side,  his  wounded  hands^  \ 

With  blood  his  vesture  r^d. 


It 


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3  'Tis  with  a  melting  heart  I  vie^v 

His  body  bnoke  for  sin; 
That  murderer  my  Saviour  slew, 
And  put  his  soul  to  pain, 

4  For  crimes  and  vices  not  his  ow» 

A  sacrifice  he  fell: 
For  me,  vile  rebel,  to  atone, 
He  bore  the  pangs  of  hell! 

5  For  me  his  table  now  is  spread. 

And  each  believing  guest, 
Richly  set  forth  wi:h  living  bread, 
And  wine  of  truth  and  grace. 

6  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  floW  v 

O  what  delighirful  food! 
Here  is  a  balm  for  all  my  woe. 
With  every  needfal  good. 

7  Here  is  a  righteousness  divine. 

And  sin-subduing  grace; 
Here  every  blessing  meet  and  shine 
In  my  Redeemer's  face. 

I  Each  was  the  purchase  of  his  blood, 
For  sinners  such  as  me: 
All  glory  to  my  dying  God 
For  grace  so  rich  and  free, 

9  'Twas  his  own  love  that  spread  the  feast^ 

'Twas  love  that  made  him  die; 
His  love  hath  made  my  soul  a  guest. 
And  rais'd  my  thoughts  on  high. 

10  Jesus,  I  bless  thy  sacred  name 

For  favors  so  divine; 
All  that  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 
Shall  be  Jfar  ever  thiac. 


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X. 


Koiv  the  God  of  Hope  Jill  you  luitb  all  yoy  and  Peace  in 

believing. — Rom.  xv.  13. 

1  Now  may  the  God  of  boundless  grace, 

The  God  of  hope  and  love, 
Fill  each  believing  soul  with  peace, 
And  every  doubt  remove. 

2  Let  the  bright  views  of  Jesus  raise 

Our  songs  divinely  high; 
And,  while  our  tongues  repeat  his  praise. 
Let  Grief  stand  silent  by. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  sons  of  God,  rejoice, 

And  doubt  his  love  no  more  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your. voice. 
And  his  rich  grace  adore. 

4  Rest  on  his  word,  for  ever  rest. 
And  glory  in  his  name ; 
He'll  clothe  the  troublers  of  your  breast 
With  everlasting  shame. 

6  Beneath  your  feet  he'll  shortly  tread 

The  subtle  tempter  dow^n  ; 
'Gainst  you  no  weapon  shall  succeed 
While  Jesus  wears  the  crown. 


$  Your  hope  and  trust  he'll  ne'er  deceive  ; 
Raise,  raise  your  voices  higher; 
O  happy  souls,  who  thus  believe! 
He'll  grant  your  whole  desire. 


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XI. 

Herein  is  Love. — 1  John  iv.  10, 

1  Come,  view  the  field  of  love  divine, 

Where  I  delight  to  rove  and  glean, 
How  pleasunt  to  this  soul  of  mine  ! 
What  spices  blow — what  joys  are  seen  ? 

2  I'm  lost  in  admiration  here, 

Is  this  the  garden  of  my  God  ? 
What  fragrant  balm  is  that  so  near? 
*Tis  pardon  sprinkled  with  rich  blood, 

3  Is  this  the  manner  of  his  love? 

Did  he,  to  screen  my  guilty  head, 
Leave  those  celestial  joys  abov6, 
To  suffer  vengeance  in  my  stead? 

4  Methinks  I  see  the  dreadful  sword 

Plung'd  in  his  body  on  the  tree; 
But  why,  O  why,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Why  this  extreme  expence  for  me? 

5  Why  this  excruciating  pain  ? 

•  Why  wilt  thou  suffer,  bleed,  and  die? 
Why  part  with  blood  from  every  vein, 
To  save  a  wretch  so  vile  as  1  ? 

€  O  let  my  soul  adoring  bend, 

Here  is  profound,  stupendous  love,    , 
Too  vast  for  me  to  comprehend. 
Too  vast  for  all  the  saints  above. 

T  Yet  I  would  fain  more  fully  know, 

That  thou  art  mine,  more  clearly  see  ; 
By  faith  engrafted,  let  me  grow. 
Thou  Root  ?ind  Spring  of  Life,  like  thee. 


8  Make  me  a  plant  of  thy  right  hand, 

Thy  full  salvation  let  nrie  prove ;  I 

In  paradise  I  then  shall  stand,  i 

And  live  forever  in  thy  love.  \ 


XII. 


yesiis  CMst,  the  snme  yesterday  y  to-d/tyl  and  for  cxeTk  ' 

Hebrews  xiiJ.  8»  *  j 

ITT  *  • 

lis  jEsrs  evermore  the  same  ? 
Lean  then,  my  soul,  upon  his  name ;  \ 

O  bid  thine  unbelief  be  gone,  ' 

And  learn  to  live  by  faith  alone. 

2  View  his  unchanging  mercy  here,  .  I 
Jesus  the  same  from  year  to  yearj'  , 
From  age  to  age  eftduring  still. 

The  same  in  goodness,  power,  and  skilL 

3  His  pity  saw  th'  expiring  thief, 

And  chang'd  for  endless  life  his  grief:  ^ 

His  grace  is  now  as  rich  and  free  ; 

As  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree*  ^ 

4  Still  his  compassion  is  the  same  < 
To  all  that  love  and  fear  his  name; 

Stronger  than  death  his  truths  abide. 
And  none  can  turn  his  love  aside. 

5  No  time  can  altet  his -decrees,  , 
Nor  cliange  his  precious  promises  t  i 
His  word  shall  stand  through  endless  dayi  *■ 
When  heaven  and  # arth  ^rc  pas5*d  away. 


13 

6  But,  O  how  weak  my  faith  appears, 
How  prone  to  yield  to  doubts  and  fears; 
Mistrusting  when  Tm  changed  in  frame, 
That  Jesus  is  not  still  the  same ! 

7  Why  do  I  act  so  vile  a  part, 

And  grieve  my  dear  Redeemer's  heart  2 
Establish,  Lord,  my  wavering  mind. 
And  keep  my  unbelief  confined. 

8  O  help  my  faith  to  soar  above, 
To  rest  in  thine  unchanging  love ; 
Thy  faithfulness  I  now  adore, 

Ne'er  would  I  grieve  my  Saviour  more* 


xiir. 

I  loii€  them  that  love  nie^  and  those  that  seek  me  early  shall 

find  me. — Prov.  viii.  17. 

1  O  Happy  souls  that  love  the  Lord, 

He  will  return  them  love  for  love ; 
All  needful  grace  he  will  afford 
To  such  as  seek  the  joys  above, 

2  They  in  his  kind  protection  share, 

He  is  their  Father  and  their  Friend, 
Jesus  will  soften  all  their  care. 
And  help  in  every  trouble  send. 

3  He  views  their  graces  with  delight, 

He  stands  engaged  to  do  them  good  j 
Their  souls  are  precious  in  his  sight, 
Bought  v.'ith  the  price  of  his  rich  blood* 

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14 

4  Who  would  not  serve  so  kind  a  God? 

Who  would  not  learn  to-trust  his  name.' 
AVho  would  not  trennble  at  his  rod, 
And  fly  to  hide  them  near  the  Lambf 

5  O  come  and  taste  his  matchless  love, 

Ye  young  in  years,  come  seek  the  Lord; 
Ask,  now,  for  v/isdom  from  above. 
And  God  your  wishes  will  regard. 

6  Your  early  cries  shall  please  him  v/ell, 

O  let  not  sin  your  souls  ensnare ; 
Come,   shun  the  paths  of  death  and  hell, 
Religion's  noblest  pleasures  share. 

7  Jesus  is  worthy  of  your  love, 

O  let  him  have  your  first  regard; 
Nor  let  your  youthful  passions  rove 
Till  you  can  say,  you  love  the  Lord. 

8  So  shall  your  growing  years  be  blest, 

The  church  shall  over  you  rejoice, 
Jesus  himself  shall  be  your  rest. 
While  angels  glory  in  your  choice. 


XIV. 

Unto  you  that  fear  my  Kaine,  ::hall  the  Sun  of  Righteous > 
ness  arise  v:itb  healing  in  his  JFdngs. — Mai.  iv.  2. 

1  Good  news  these  blessed  words  impart 
To  every  humble,  trerribling  heart ; 
Gc^od  news  to  all  that  fear  the  Lord, 
To  all  that  trust  his  sacred  v.-erd. 


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2  Tidings  of  health,  of  peace,  of  joy^ 
To  those  whom  satan^s  darts  annoy  :- 

0  let  my  soul  this  news  embrace, 
And  wait  the  coming  of  his  grace  ! 

3  Jesus,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Will  rise  and  scatter  my  distress  : 

1  shall  behold  the  King  of  kings, 

With  healch  bright  beaming  from  his  wings. 

4  One  smile  from  him,  like  noon's  display. 
Shall  turn  my  darkness  into  day; 

One  look  of  love  from  him,  shall  raise 
My  doubts  to  faith,  my  prayer  to  praises 

5  He  will  arise,  my  fears  assuage, 
And  shine  in  spite  of  satan's  rage: 
Soon  shall  I  see  the  glorious  Son, 
And  sing  the  wx)nders  he  hath  done. 


"XV. 
Ask^  What  I  shall  give  thee. — 1  Kings  iii,  5, 

1  Shew  me  the  soul  to  doubts  expos'd, 
(To  such  this  question  is  propos'd) 
Ask,  saith  the  Lord,  and  let  me  knovf 
What  I  shall  now  on  thee  bestow. 

2  Say,  what  thy  wants,  and  v/hat  thy  woes  2 
Dost  thou  in  me  thy  trust  repose  ? 

Art  thou  my  friend,  sincerely  true  ?     ' 
Speak — for  thy  springs  of  thought  I  view. 

3  Art  thou  to  seriousness  inclin'd  ? 
Ask,  and  I  will  solemnize  thy  mind. 
Dost  thou  want  love  to  Jesu's  name  ? 
Ask,  and  his  matchless  love  proclaim- 

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4  Dost  thou  want  peace  and  pardon  seal'd?  ] 
Ask,  for  they  wait  to  be  reveal'd.  | 
Dost  ihou  want  faith  and  holy  fear?  i 
Ask,  and  behold  the  blessings  near.  t 

5  Dost  thou  want  strength  'gainst  sin  to  fight  ?  | 
Ask,  and  Til  make  thee  strong  in  might.  .. 
Dost  thou  want  light  and  life  divine  ?  ■ 
Ask,  and  eternal  life  is  thine*  j 

6  Wilt  thou  be  made  con^)leteIy  whole  ? 
Ask,  and  TU  renovate  thy  soul. 

This  instant  ask,  arise,  and  pray,  \ 

Kor  lose  such  blessings  by  delay.  '■ 


XVL 


iSut  my  God  shall  supply  all  your  Keed  according  to  hk 
Biches  in  Glory,  by  Christ  ^^e^M*.— Phil.  iy.  19. 

1  Riches  immense  are  in  thyhandi 

Thou  God  in  whom  I  trust. 
In  whom  I  live,  by  whom  I  stand, 
Most  holy,  wise,  and  just, 

2  O  how  extensive  is  ihy  grace,  ] 

How  rich,  how  full,  hoW  free!  • 

The  needy  thou  delight' st  to  raig*^ 

I'll  tell  nay  wants  to  thee.  \ 

3  I  vrant  to  fear  thy  sacred  name,  ; 

I  want  to  love  thee  more;  1 

I  want  to  feel  that  heavenly  flame 

Which  I  have  felt  iiefort. 

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1 


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4,  I  \Tant  to  know  Tnycelf  aright, 
To  hear  what  Jesus  saith  ; 
I  want  repentance  in  thy  sight, 
I  want  a  stronger  faith, 

5  I  want  to  have  mv  soul  resigned 

Submissive  to  thy  will ; 
I  want  a  n\eek,  an  humble  mind: 
I  want  my  wants  to  feel. 

6  I  want  a  chaste  and  single  eye : 

Thy  gracious  ear  incline  ;0 
From  fulness  infinite  supply 
This  empty  soul  of  n>ine. 

T  Through  Jesus  let  these  blessings  flow, 
He  brsught  them  with  his  blood; 
Now  let  a  wortliless  sinner  know 
Thy  promises  made  good. 


XVII. 

1  To  him^  to  him  whose  love  hath  wrought 
More  than  I  ever  ask'd  or  thought; 

To  him  my  powers  aspire  to  raise 
A  grateful  song  of  humble  praise, 

2  'Twas  he  that  sought  me  from  above, 
When  quite  a  stranger  to  his  love; 
When  rushing  blindfold  down  to  hell,' 
He  saw,  and  caught  me  as  1  fejl. 

3  To  him,  to  him  be  glory  giv*n 

Who  taught  my  soul  tlle  way  to  heav'n; 
To  him  be  praise,  through  endless  day, 
"     Who  guides  and  keeps  me  in  the  way. 

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4  Praise  him,  y«  angels,  round  the  throne, 
Whose  blood  did  for  my  sins  atone  j 
He  is  your  glory  and  your  boast, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


XVIil. 

1  Let  praise  employ  my  heart  and  tongue: 
Let  grace,  free  grace,  be  all  my  song, 

While  life  and  breath  remains ; 
In  this  sweet  work  I  love  t'  engage)^ 
And  when  I  quit  this  earthly  stage, 

1*11  sing  in  nobler  strains. 


XIX. 

Learn  of  iiiCi  for  I  a^n  vieek  a?id-  lovely  in  Heart « 

Matth.  xi.29. 

1  Jesus,  the  great,  the  mighty  God, 

A  man  of  griefs  became  ; 
In  paths  of  meekness  here  he  trod, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

2  Humility,  how  bright  it  shin'd 

In  every  act  he  wrought : 
What  lowliness  of  heart  and  mind 
Appear*d  in  all  he  taught. 

3  Love  to  the  human,  fallen  race, 

Glow'd  in  his  tender  breast; 
For  man  he  yielded  to  disgrace/ 
Forsaken  and  distrest,. 


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4  Led  as  a  lamb  to  meet  the  sword, 

He  bow*d  beneath  the  stroke; 
Not  one  revengeful,  angry  word 
The  dear  Redeemer  spoke. 

5  O  may  his  meekness  be  my  guide, 

The  pattern  I  purrsue; 
How  can  I  bear  revenge  or  pride 
With  Jesus  in  my  view  ? 


XX. 

Pride  goeth  before  Destruction.'-^Vi'Ov,  xvi.  18« 

1  Lord,  search  and  try  this  heart  of  mine, 

Put  every  sin  to  death  : 
I  long  to  see  ir.y  pride  resign 
Its  pestilential  breath. 

2  I  dread  its  power,  I  hate  its  name, 

Its  sad  elTects  I  fear: 
Extinguish,  Lord,  this  dang'rous  flame. 
Nor  let  one  spark  appear. 

5  Hide  It  for  ever  from  mine  eyes, 
Its  hellish  rage  controul ; 
Lest  Vv-rath  destructive  from  the  skies 
Consume  my  guilty  soul. 

4  In  dust  and  ashes  I  would  lie, 

As  less,  as  worse  than  naught, 
And  mourn,  that  such  a  wretch  as  I' 
Should  have  one  haughty  thought. 

5  Form,  Lord,  each  motion  of  my  heart 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
In  thee  the  humble  soul  has  part,  , 

My  breast  let  meekness  fill. 


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XXI. 

jff'ye  ti'ill  not  believe,  surely  ye  shall  not  be  established, 

Isaiah  vii.  9. 

1  Attend  my  soul,  and  trembling  hear. 
This  awful  truth  demands  your  fear; 
Persisting  still  to  disbelieve, 

Nor  hope  nor  grace  can  you  receive. 

2  Attend  to  what  the  Eternal  saith, 
Arid  pray  incessantly  for  faith  ; 
Lest,  in  an  awful,   hastening  liour, 
You  fall — to  be  restored  no  more  ! 

3  Pray  for  that  faith  which  stands  sincere. 
Which  strives  till  death  to  persevere ; 
That  faith  which  treads  the  tempter  down, 
Which  apprehends  the  heavenly  crown. 

4  That  faith  which  gladdens  all  the  heart 
Cleansing  the  soul  through  every  part ; 
That  faith  which  justifiesr-  which  draws 
The  will  t*  obey  Jehovah's  laws. 

5.  That  faith  v.-hich  v.^orks  inspir'd  by  love, 
Shed  by  the  Spirit  from  above ; 
That  faith  which  can  the  cross  sustain, 
And  sing  in  poverty  and  pain. 

6  Faith  which  can  satan's  schemes  destroy, 
And  fill  the  soul  with  constant  joy, 
Which  sees  its  paths  in  darkest  night. 
And  keeps  the  heavenly  port  in  sight. 

7  O  precious  faith  l-T-may  I  be  found 
Establish 'd  on  its  happy  ground: 
Instruct  me,  Jesus,  from  above, 
Ar.d  build  me  up  in  faith  and  love. 


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S  Then  let  the  rlshig  billows  roll, 
Faith  is  the  anchor  of  my  soul : 
I'm  well  secur'd  on  every  side, 
Fix'd  tlrni  in  Christ,  my  Rock,  my  Guide, 


XXII. 

T^s  saftb  the  Lord; — Let  not  the  liise  Man  glory  in  hit 
Wisdom,  neither  let  ths  tnigh-ty  Man  glory  in  his  Might ; 
let  not  the  rich  Man  glory  in  his  JRiches:  but  let  hirn, 
that  gloriethy  glory  in  this^  that  he  widerstandeth  and 
hioweth  me,  that  I  am  the  Lord. — ^Jer.  ix.  23,  24. 

1  Let  not  the  learned  and  the  wise, 

Extol  the  wisdom  of  their  minds, 
'Tis  folly  in  ^ehovah^s  eyes, 

Whose  wisdom  in  perfection  shines. 

2  Let  not  the  noble  and  the  strong, 

Presume  to  boast  their  borrowed  might. 
Lest  God,  to  whom  all  power  belong, 

Their  stubborn  joints  with  weakness  smite, 

3  Let  not  the  rich  in  pride  grow  bold. 

Or  glory  in  their  fading  store ; 
Lest  God  in  anger  curse  their  gold. 
And  make  their  souls  for  ever  poor. 

4  Thus  saith  the  Lord  of  all  below, — 

'*  Let  no  one  boast  before  my  throne, 
*'  Except  in  this — He*s  taught  to  know 
**  That  I  am  God,  and  God  alone!" 

5  Make  this  your  glorying  in  his  sight. 

That  by  his  teaching  you  can  trace 
The  things  in  which  his  thoughts  delight, 
His  truth,  his  justice,  and  hi«  ^race. 


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%  To  him  your  impotence  confess, 

Mourn  and  lament  your  daily  wrongs: 
And  make  his  strength  and  righteousness 
Your  frequent  and  your  joyful  songs. 


XXIIL 


/  have  heard  of  thee  by  the  hearing  of  the  Eart  hut  nota  -\ 

mine  Eye  seeth  thee ;   Huherefore  I  abhor  myself ^  and  \ 

repent  zn  Dust  and  Ashes. — ^Job  xlii.  5^6*  ! 

1  Often,  great  God,  IVe  heard  of  thee,  v 

As  righteous,  just,  and  wise:  j 

But  now  thy  holiness  I  see,  \ 

And  sink  in  deep  surprise, 

2  My  soul  with  reverence  adore. 

How  awful  is  the  sight! 
Let  me  presume  to  speak  no  more 
Of  excellence  so  bright. 

3  Ten  thousand  tongues  in  vain  pretend  . 

To  tell  what  thou  hast  wrought;  \ 

God  and  his  glorious  works  transcend  \ 

The  utAiost  teach  of  thought. 

1 

4  Lost  in  the  search,  overwhelmed  with  shame, 

My  conduct  I  review : 
And,  self-abhorr*d,  through  Jesu's  name, 
For  pardon  humbly  sue. 

5  My  sad  Impatience  I  lament; 

How  dare  I  to  complain! 
O  could  I  screen  my  discontent. 
Or  call  it  back  again ! 


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6  How  could  a  sinful  wretch  presume 
To  murmur  and  repine : 
How  justly,  Lord,  might  thoa  consume 
This  guilty  soul  of  mine ! 

r  AshamM,  I  loath  myself  in  dust, 
Unholy  and  unclean : 
Thou,  Lord,  alone  art  good  and  jusf, 
O  pardon  all  my  sin. 


XXIV. 

W&at  Man  is  be  that  fear €th  the  Lord? — Him  shall  he 
teach  in  the  Way  that  he  shall  choose. — Psalm  xxv.  12. 

1  I  Fear  the  God  of  heaven  and  earth, 

All  sinful  ways  my  soul  refuse ; 
I  fain  would  tread  the  narrow  path. 
Lord,  teach  me  in  the  way  I  chuse. 

2  I  chuse  the  way  that  leads  to  God, 

The  way  of  holiness  and  love  ; 
The  way  of  faith  in  Jesu's  blood, 
Marked  and  appointed  from  above, 

S  The  prophets  trod  this  holy  ground, 
This  is  the  road  believers  go : 
Th'  apostles  in  this  way  were  found, 
I  charge  iriy  soul  to  tread  it  too. 

4  My  weakness  urges  me  to  pray ; 

Lord  guide  my  steps,  my  path  mak«  plain, 
.    Conduct  me  in  the  heav'nly  way, 

Nor  let  TT^t  supplicate  in  vain,  " 


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5  Now  iH  the  strength  of  God  Til  go. 

In  haste  to  reach  that  vvelcoiTie  shore. 
Where  all  is  happiness — where  woe. 
And  sin,  and  sorrows  are  no  more, 

6  May  Jesus  own  me  in  that  dav. 

As  one  belonging  to  his  fold. 
Who  held,  through  grace,  in  wisdom's  way, 
Ordain'd  his  glory  to  behold. 

7  The  worthy  Lamb  that  shed  his  blood 

Shall  then  receive  the  highest  praise; 
Ke  brought  my  wandVing  soul  to  God, 
Angels  extol  his  scv'rcigii  grace ! 


ZV. 


Unless  thy  Lav:  had  been  viy  Delight,  I  should  then  ha'ue 
perished  in  tnine  Abaction. — Psalm  cxix.  92. 

1  God  and  his  law  are  my  delight. 

My  glory  and  miy  song ; 
My  sure  support  by  day  and  night, 
The  pleasure  of  my  tongue. 

2  When  guilt  pursues  iny  troubled  breast. 

His  word  I  will  receive ; 
He  tells  me  where  my  faith  must  rest. 
And  helps  me  to  btlieve. 

3  When  darkness  overspreads  my  mind. 

His  word  supports  me  still; 
I'm  there  convinc'd  that  God  is  kind. 
Though  I  no  comfort  fe«I. 


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4  When  sore  temptations  vex  my  soul, 

I  think  upon  his  word; 
Some  promise  then  my  fears  controul, 
And  leads  me  to  the  Lord. 

5  When  for  iny  sin  my  heart  is  broke. 

And  tears  my  grief  disclose, 
Thy  word  directs  me  to  that  Rock 
Whence  peace  and  pardon  flows. 

^  Are  my  afflictions  sharp  and  long  I 
Does  pain  extreme  ensue  ? 
God*s  word  I  trust — his  arm  is  strong, 
His  wisdom  bears  me  through. 

7  Glory  to  thee,  thou  God  of  love, 

For  favors  so  divine; 
Who  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
And  made  these  blessings  mine, 

8  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  relief, 

Had  not  thy  truth  sustain'd, 
I  must  have  perish'd  in  my  grief, 
No  other  help  remained. 


XXVI. 

Iviill  say  unto  God,  Do  not  condemn  mct  she'U)  mc  inhere* 
fore  thou  contendest  ijoith  me. — Job  x.  2« 

1  Condemn  me  not,  most  gracious  God, 

Let  not  thy  sore  displeasure  burn:  X 

Do  not  destroy  me  with  thy  rod, 
Nor  at  my  feeble  offerings  spurn. 

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2  Give  me  the  knowledge  of  my  heart 

Release  me  from  this  heavy  yoke ; 
Shew  me  the  cause  of  all  my  smart. 
Why  must  I  bear  this  cutting  stroke  ? 

3  What  is  it  that  provokes  thine  ire ! 

Is  there  some  idol  I  must  yield? 
Sure  in  my  heart  some  base  desire. 
Some  dreadful  evil  lies  conceal'd. 

4  There's  surely  some  beloved  sin, 

(Could  I  but  find  the  deadly  foe). 
Has  crept,  and  lurks  securely  in. 

Fain  would  I  mourn  and  hate  it  too. 

5  Lest  it  should  sink  my  soul  to  hell, 

Search  me,  O  God,  in  every  part; 
Let  not  one  sin  in  secret  dwell, 

Search  me  and  shew  me  all  my  heart. 

€  Let  me  be  stripped  of  all  my  pride, 
I'll  not  regard  how  coarse  my  fare. 
Let  me  with  Christ  be  crucified. 
If  but  bh  favor  I  may  share. 

7  'Though  pinching  poverty  prevail. 

Although  the  fields  should  yield  no  meat, 
The  labor  of  the  olive  fail. 

If  Christ  is  mine,  my  joy*s  complete. 


XZVIL 

Thoit  God  seest  me. — Gen.  xvi.  15« 
1  Thou  God  of  justice  and  of  grace. 
Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  I 
Thine  omnipresence  fills  all  space, 
Thine  eyes  through  nsitur?  flame. 


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2  No  secret  thought  can  ever  shun 

The  notice-of  thine  eye; 
From  thee  concealed  no  act  be  done. 
For  thou  art  ever  nigh. 

3  Thine  eye  surveys  the  ground  I  tread 

Whene'er  I  rovp  abroad; 
Within  the  curtains  of  my  bed 
I  lie  in  sight  of  God. 

4  O  be  this  solemn  truth  inscrib'd 

For  ever  on  my  heart! 
Lest  vile  deceit  should  be  imbibed. 
And  1  from  truth  depart. 

5  Give  me,  O  Lord,  this  holy  fear, 

For  'tis  a  gift  divine  : 
The  soul  that  views  thee  ever  ncar> 
No  eyil  can  design. 


XXVIIL 

If  bis  Children  forsake  my  Law,  and  *wa!k  not  in  my  Jud^- 
Tnents,  if  they  break  Tny  Statutes^  and  keep  not  my  Com" 
Tnandments  ;  then  ijoiil  I  visit  their  Transgression  with  a 
Rod  J  and  their  Iniquity  with  Stripes. 

^Nevertheless  my  Loving -kindness  will  I  not  utterly  take 
Jrom  hirrif    nor   suffer   my  Faithfulness   to  fail:   My 
Co'oenant  will  I  not  breaks  nor  alter  the'  Thing   that  i$ 
gone  out  (f'iny  Lips. — Psalm  Ixxxix.  30—34. 

1  Well  may  I  groan  beneath  thy  stroke, 

From  whose  commands  my  heart  hath  strayed; 
Lord,  I  have  all  thy  statutes  broke, 
Nor  have  I  strictly  one  obey'd. 

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2  Although  euHghten'd  from  above, 

I've  caus'd  thy  Spirit  to  depart ; 
Have  sinn*d  against  both  light  and  love. 
Made  Jesu's  wounds  afresh  to  smart. 

3  Where  shall  I  hide  my  blushing  face  ? 

My  gui)t  awakes  my  grief  and  fears  ;  ^ 

How  have  I  sinn'd  against  thy  grace  !  'i 

My  base  ingratitude  appears.  * 

4  Chasten'd,  but  not  destroyed,  I  stand,  . 

Convinced  my  God  doth  all  things  well ;  i 

I'll  kiss  the  rod,  and  bless  the  hand,  ~         ] 

That  keeps  me  from  the  lowest  helK 

i5  Mercy  is  mix'd  with  all  my  woes,  ' 

My  heart,  rebellious,  to  subdue : 
God  no  injustice  can  impose, 

View'd  with  my  crimes,  his  stripes  are  few. 

^  Though  he  afflicts,  his  love  is  sure,  | 

His  covenant  he  will  ne'er  revoke;  \ 

His  faithfulness  is  too  secure,  { 

To  alter  what  his  lips  have  spoke.  ^ 

7  While  he  corrects  1*11  plead  his  grace,  | 
His  oath  confirmed  and  seal*d  with  blood: 

Herein  my  confidence  I'll  place,  j 

He  cannot  cease  to  be  my  God.  | 

XXIX.  j 

All  Things  work  together  for  Good  to  them  that  lovt  God.        \ 

Rom,  viii.  28, 

^  Ott  has  my  soul  in  secret  bless'd  ] 

Affliction's  chast'ning  rod,  i 

It  weans  me  from  the  creature's  breaff^^s  : 

And  brijiss  nie  near  to  God,  : 


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2  When  I  can  take  believing  views 
Of  his  mysterious  v/ays, 
I  can  each  murmuring  thought  refuse, 
And  celebrate  his  praise. 

S  Contented  then  I  can  resign 
To  troubk,  loss,  or  shame, 
Convinc'd  all  things  for  good  combine. 
To  those  that  love  his  name. 

4  I  love  and  fain  would  love  him  more, 

Whatever  woes  assail ; 
All  things  subserve  his  sovereign  power. 
His  wisdom  cannot  fail. 

5  When,  thou  Desire  of  Nations,  when 

Shall  I  have  this  request  : 
To  sigh  no  more,  no  more  to  sin. 
But  in  thy  presence  rest  ? 


XXX. 

The  Lord  killetb  and  7naheth  ali^je ;   be  brhigetb  do-j:n  ?« 
the  Grave,  a?id  brin^eth  up. — 1  Sam.  ii.  6, 

1  Tremble,  my  soul,  fall  down  before 
Jehovah,  infinite  in  power! 
Tremble  before  Eternal  Might, 

No  flesh  may  glory  in  his  sight. 

2  'Tis  he  that  animates  thy  clay  ; 
X-ife,  death,  and  hell  his  voice  obey  : 
'Tis  he  destroys,   *tis  he  can  save ; 

-  *Tis  he  that  rescues  from  the  grave. 

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3  He  wounds,  and  he  alone  can  heal  ; 
He  sends — and  cures  the  pains  I  feel : 
*Tis  God,  and  FU  adore  his  name, 
Whose  power  revives  my  dying  frame. 

4  Justice  afflicts,  and  love  relieves, 
My  soul  froni  him  her  help  receives ; 
From  him  all  comforts  we  derive ; 
Faith  he  bestows  and  keeps  alive. 

5  Faith  can  perceive,  in  darkest  hour. 
Eternal  wisdom  join*d  with  pow*r. 
Justice  go  hand  in  hand  with  grace, 
And  truth  and  mercy  keep  one  pacCr 


XZXI. 

Awake,  O  Sivordy  against  my  Shepherd,  against  the  Man 
that  is  my  Fello^x^saith  the  Lord  of  Hosts. — ^Zech.  xiii.  7 

1  The  Triune  God  above, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
To  sinners  shews  his  love, 
Displays  his  justice  too. — 
*'  Awake,  awake,  vindictive  sword, 
<*  Against  my  fellow  !'* — saith  the  Lord.— 

2  *'  Awake  against  the  Man 

**  Oninipotent  in  power, 
"  To  execute  my  plan 

"  Lost  mortals  to  restore: 
<»  Man  has  a  load  of  guilt  so  great, 
"  None  but;  my  Son  can  bear  the  weight. 


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*'  Him  vengeance  shall  pursue, 

**  For  man  he  must  atone; 
**  To  justice  what  is  due 
"  His  blood  can  pay  alone. 
"  He  shall  my  righteous  law  fulfil; 
"  He  shall  accomplish  all  my  will."— 

The  Lord  of  Hosts  commands ; 

Th'  Eternal  Father  spoke: 
All  heaven  in  silence  stands 
While  Jesus  bears  the  stroke. 
See,  guilty  mortals !  see,  his  side 
For  you  was  pierc'd!  for  you  he  died. 

Draw  near  th'  accursed  tree, 
In  wonder  lost,  that  love 
Could  rise  to  that  degree,— 
Your  sentence  to  remove  ! 
With  weeping  eyes  his  sorrows  view. 
He  groan'd,  he  bled,  he  died  for  you, 

O  let  him  have  your  hearts, 

Your  blessings  shall  increase : 
To  his  he  still  imparts 

Both  righteousness  and  peace. 
His  grace  shall  all  your  sins  subdue, 
He  groan'd,  he  bled,  he  died  for  yo.u. 

Bought  by  his  precious  blood, 

You  are  no  more  your  own  ; 
Give  up  yourselves  to  God, 
And  live  to  him  alone: 
Jesus  will  bear  you  conq'rors  through^ 
He^  groan'd^  he  bled;  he  died  for  you. 


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XXXII, 

1  Salvation^s  work  is  done; 

The  law  is  all  obey*d: 
To  God  the  Father, — God  the  Son, 
Be  endless  honors  paid, 

2  All  glory  to  his  name 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  repeat  the  same 
He  bled  and  died  for  me  ! 


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XXXIII.  I 

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1  To  him  that  brought  salvation  nigh, 
Let  praise  incessant  rise ; 
Raise,  saints,  your  hallelujahs  high 
Above  the  lofty  skies, 

3  Praise  God,  from  whom  your  comforts  flow, 
Sing  your  Redeemer's  love; 
Praise  the  Eternal  Spirit  too, 
Who  taught  you  from  above. 


XXXIV. 


Cod  thundereth  Tnar^eloudy  Viith  his  Voice^ 
Job  xxxvii.  S. 

1  The  rain  descends,  the  tempests  rise,— 
My  soul,  his  majesty  adore  !  — 
Jehovah's  voice  sounds  through  the  skies, 
While  lightnings  flash,  and  thunders  roar. 


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2  I  sit  becalm'd  while  others  fear, 

The  God  of  Thunder  is  my  all  ; 
It  is  my  Father's  voice  I  hear, 
Nor  shall  I  by  his  thunder  fall. 

3  No:  while  his  lightnings  flash  around. 

Although  the  earth's  foundations  move> 
I  stand  secure  on  Faith's  firm  ground, 
I  rest  in  his  unchanging  love. 

4)  Nothing  shall  fright  my  soul  from  God, 
Should  he  the  skies  this  moment  rend  : 
He  is  my  only  safe  abode : 
My  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  Friend. 


jBeholdf   he  comcth  viith  Clouds,  and  evefy  Eye  shall  sHi 

him. — Rev.  i.  7. 

1  Behold,  he  comes,  the  Saviour  comes, 

Dress'd  in  his  bright  array, 
Awake,  ye  saints,  and  burst  your  tombSj 
And  view  the  glorious  day, 

2  He  comes,  attended  froni  on  high 

With  thousands,  through  the  skies ; 
His  glory  shines  ;  and  every  eye 
Shall  see  him  with  surprize. 

3  Lo,  in  the  clouds  the  Judge  descends 

With  his  illustrious  train. 
Sinners  he  severs  from  his  friends, 
And  dooms  to  endless  pain. 


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4  He  comes  to  make  his  justice  knowiSy  ^ 

To  vindicate  his  word;  ff^ 

The  guilty  view  him  on  his  throne,  ■ 

And  wail  before  the  Lord. 

$  Till  now  they  never  sought  his  face. 
Nor  wept  for  sin  before ; 
O  how  tremendous  is  their  case  ! — 
They  weep  to  laugh  no  more. 

6  Once  they  despis'd  his  glorious  name. 

And  set  at  naught  his  worth ; 
But  now  thev  feel,  with  bitter  shame. 
His  fierce,  vindictive  wrath. 

7  They  now  behold  the  saints  rejoice. 

And  lYiount  above  the  skies; 
These  praise  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice. 
And  triumph  as  they  rise. 

8  Ves,  and  my  soul  shall  bear  her  part 

In  their  melodious  song, 
I>Iy  Saviour's  grace  shall  tune  my  heart, 
His  love  inspire  my  tongue. 


XXXVL 

Cod  forbid  that  I  should  glory,  save  in  the  Cross  of  our 
Lord  yesus  Christ. — Gal.  vi.  14. 

1  Let  others,  wrapt  in  self-conceit, 
Boast  in  their  wisdom  and  their  wit. 
Let  them  extol  their  gold  and  dross, 
I'll  glory  in  my  Saviour's  cross. 


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While  the  self-righteous,  blind  and  rudC| 
Cry  up  their  native  rectitude, 
I'll  seek  revenge  on  all  my  pride, 
And  boast  in  Jesus  crucified. 

3  While  they,  with  curses  on  their  heads, 
Talk  of  their  justice  and  their  deeds, 
I  chuse  to  sit  at  Jesu*s  feet. 
And  self-abasement  is  my  seat, 

i  Hither  Tm  brought  by  sov'reign  grace, 
I  bless  the  means,  and  love  the  place ; 
I  bid  all  earthly  joys  be  gone, 
And  glory  in  my  Lord  alone. 

5  Here  could  I  tarry  night  and  day. 
Here  could  my  soul  for  ever  stay  i 
O  may  I  never,  never  rove. 
Nor  glory,  save  in  Jesu's  love ! 


XXXVII. 

And  the  Cause  ibat  is  too  hard  for  you y  bring  unto  nii^  and 
1  'will  hear  zV.— Deut.  i.  17. 

1  Turn,  O  my  soul,  from  Moses  turn, 

Behold  a  greater  far  is  here. 
The  God  of  Moses! — of  him  learn. 
In  all  things  him  obedient  hear. 

2  Yes — the  great  God  vouchsafes  t*  invite 

His  servants  to  his  throne  of  grace. 
With  words  which  surely  must  delight 
TliiC  souls  of  all  that  seek  his  face. 


3<^ 


5  "  Freely/' — iricthinks  he  says,—"  make  known 
*'  Your  difficulties  all  to  me; 
*'  I'll  meet  and  bless  you  at  my  throne^ 
**  I'll  hear  and  answer  ev'ry  plea. 

4  "  What!   have  you  broke  my  righteous  laws? 

**  And  are  you  overcome  with  fear?  f 

"  Is  guilt,  that  most  distressing  cause, 
**  Too  grievous  for  your  souls  to  bear? 

5  "  With  this  approach  your  mighty  God, 

**  ril  hear  your  suit  whene'er  you  pray; 
**  Yes,  and  my  own  all-powerful  blood, 
"  Shall  wash  your  load  of  guilt  away, 

6  **  I  never  intercede  in  vain, 

"  Although  I  intercede  for  all ; 
"  I  hear,  well  pleas'd,  when  souls  complain 
<*  Of  sin,  and  for  forgiveness  call." — 

7"  O  what  encouragement  for  thee, 

My  poor,  desponding,  drooping  soul ! 
Hear,  and  by  faith  to  Jesus  flee, 
A.nd  he  will  all  thy  fears  controul. 


XXXVIII. 

Look  unto  fne  and  be  ye  saved. — Isaiah  xlv.  22. 

1  Look  unto  me, — the  Saviour  cries, — 

Behold,  in  me  your  help  is  found; 
Look,  sinners !  look  with  stedfast  eyeS| 
I  have  a  balm  for  every  wound. 

2  Look  unto  me,  and  m.e  alone, 

Look  now,  while  I  inviting  stand 
Your  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
With  life  eternal  in  my  hand- 


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o  To  me  your  sin-sick  souls  resign, 

rU  save  them  from  the  lowest  hell, 
All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  is  mine,^ 
And  in  my  presence  they  shall  dwell 

4  Ye  ,mourning  souls  that  fear  my  name, 

iVe  heard  your  groans,  IVe  seen  your  tearS; 
Look  up  to  me!--I  bore  your  shame, 
And  I  forbid  your  gloomy  fears. 

5  Look,  saints!  look,  sinners!  and  adore; 

I  am  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King'; 
Look,  and  be  joyful  evermore  ; 
Look,  and  complete  salvation  sing. 


XXXIX, 

]^e  careful  for  nothing,  but  in  e^jery  Thitig  by  Prayer  ani 
Supplication,  witb  Tbanhgiving,   let  your  Requests  b^ 
made  knovjn  wito  God. — Philippians  iv.  6. 

1  Let  all  my  anxious  cares  be  gone. 

Why  should  they  now  disturb  my  breast  l 
My  soul,  confide  in  God  alone, 
And  in  his  gracious  promise  rest. 

2  There  is  a  rich,  a  full  supply, 

In  the  broad  covenant  of  his  love ; 
Then  let  my  groans  ascend  on  high. 
To  bring  the  blessings  from  above. 

3  O  for  a  heart  that  loves  to  pray, 

That  loves  to  converse  with  the  Lord ; 
Fain  would  I  cast  my  fears  away. 
And  live  by  f?Jth  upon  his  word. 

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4  On  God  I'll  cast  my  every  care, 

To  him  my  every  want  make  known;  .^V 

When  troubles  come,  in  humble  prayer,  ^^ 

1*11  spread  them  all  before  his  throne. 

5  I  would  with  gratitude  adore 

His  matchless,  condescending  grace ; 
And  charge  my  heart,— Repine  no  moxe. 
No  more  refuse  to  seek  his  face. 


XL, 

And  all  Things  tvbatsoever  ye  shall  ask  in  Prayer,  believing , 
ye  shall  receive. -^M^tthew  xxi.  22. 

1       O  SorL-EKViviNG  word, 
Let  all  my  fears  be  gone ! 
Let  me  by  faith  address  the  Lord, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

8       O  why  should  unbelief 

Stay  the  Almighty^s  hand, 
That  hand  which  holds  my  sure  relief, 
Though  earth  and  hell  withstand, 

3  My  soul,  believe  and  pray, 

Without  a  doubi  believe, 
Whatever  we  ask  in  God*s  own  way 
We  shall  in  trutli  receive. 

4  Here  stands  the  promise  fair. 

For  God  can  not  repent ; 
To  fervent,  persevering  prayer 
He'll  every  blessing  grant. 


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Pray  then -for  pardon  now, 

And  sin-subduiag  grace ; 
For  strengi:h.  intreat,  and  wisdom  too, 

So  shall  you  each  embrace. 

For  faith,  in  faith  I'll  pray, 

This  glorious  promise  plead. 
And  God,  through  Christ,  will  soon  convey 

The  blessings  which  I  need. 


XLI. 

Though  the  Lord  be  highy  yet  hath  he  Respect  unto  the 
Lonjoly. — Psalm  cxxxviii.  6. 

1  High  in  the  heavens  doth  God  reside, 

None  can  his  perfect  beauty  trace ; 
His  glory  shines  on  every  side, 
Before  him  angels  veil  their  face. 

2  His  condescension  he  displays, 

Their  purest  offerings  to  approve  ; 
How  then  should  it  our  wonder  raise, — 
Mortals  are  called  to  share  his  love! 

3  Mortals  who  h'^ve  so  oft  rebell'd 

Against  the  offers  of  his  grace; 
His  threat'nings  at  defiance  held. 
And  dare  the  Almighty  to  his  face* 

4  Yet  strange !  all  gracious,  from  above 

God  stoops,  to  bring  such  rebels  nigh. 
Allures  them  with  the  cords  of  love. 

And  shev/s  them  where  their  help  doth  lie. 

D  2 


4^ 

^  Then  they  in  dust  confess  their  sin, 
Believe,  and  tremble  at  his  word ; 
Thev  mourn  their  natures  all  unclean, 
Repent,  and  turn  unto  the  Lord. 

6  Then  God  his  sovereign  grace  displays, 
Flies  o'er  the  mountains  of  their  guilt, 
And  pardons  all  their  sinful  ways, 

Through  Jesus'  blood  on  Calvary  spilt. 

?  To  such  he  looks  with  tender  care, 

And  stamps  his  image  on  their  heart: 
O  happy  souls  !  his  love  they  share, 
Nor  shall  his  favor  e*er  depart. 


XLII. 

Walk  circumspectly t  not  as  Fooht  hut  as  Wise, 
Ephesians  v.  15. 

1  This  blessing,  Lord,  to  me  impart, — 
O  rnake  me  circumspect  in  heart ! 
Let  not  hypocrisy  and  guile, 

My  soul's  interior  powers  defile. 

2  O  make  me  wise  celestial  Dove*  ! 
Wise  as  a  sharer  in  thy  love; 
Wise  to  believe  and  trust  thy  word, 
To  honor  Jesus  as  my  Lord. 

8  May  grace  divine  be  still  supplied, 
My  soul's  Director,  Guardian,  Guide; 
Lord,  let  thy  honor  be  my  end 
In  all  the  labors  1  attend. 

*  Addressed  to  the  Holy  Ghost,  of  vihich  the  Daae  is  m 
Hrittural  emblem'. 


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4  I  want  that  lively  zeal  for  God 

Which  loves  to  spread  his  praise  abroad  j 
Let  this,  and  not  the  praise  of  men, 
Inspire  my  Muse,  and  guide  my  pen. 

5  Jesus,  do  thou  d'.rect  my  walk, 
Inspire  my  though  s,  dictai^e  my  talk; 
O  give  me  faith  and  hol^"^  fear. 
Make  ev'ry  act  of  mine  sincere. 

6  rd  leave  the  prating  fool  to  boast. 
Let  me  lie  humbled  in  the  dust. 
Lord,  keep  me  ever  at  thy  feet, 
I'll  freely  chuse  the  lowest  sqat» 


XLIIL 

To  be  carnally 'ininded  is  Death  y  but  to  be  spiritually^ 
minded  is  Life  and  Peace. — Romans  viii.  6. 

1  By  holiness  and  watchful  care> 

Be  vain  desire  confined ; 
Guard,  O  my  soul,  against  this  snare j 
A  carnal,  earthly  mind. 

2  This  will  be  death  to  all  thy  joys, 

'Twill  give  new  life  to  pain ; 
'Twill  cause  distressing  fears  to  rise, 
And  wound  thy  Lord  again. 

3  Satan  would  triumph  in  the  sight. 

And  chain  me  down  to  sense :    , 
Then  must  I  m.ourn  in  gloomy  night, 
Till  Jesus  brings  me  thence. 


4^ 

4  0  for  invigorating  grace 

To  raise  my  soul  above; 
O  for  that  heavenly-mindednesg 
That  satarx  cannot  move! 

5  Peace,  constant  then,  serene  and  full, 

Would  like  a  river  flow : 
Courage  divine  would  arm  mj  soul, 
And  bear  down  ev'ry  foe. 

S  How  vv-culd  my  faith  triumphant  rise^ 
And  leave  the  world  behind; 
How  woiild  I  soar  above  the  skies. 
And  scorn  to  be  confin'd. 

f  The  world  in  vain  should  tempt  me  dowH; 
I'd  laugh  at  ev'ry  snare: 
I'd  aim  at  nearness  to  the  throne, 
For  my  Redeemer's  there. 

8  Descend,  immortal  Dove,  descend? 
And  bear  my  heart  away ; 
Let  life  and  peace  my  soul  attends 
Till  heav'n  completes  my  day. 


4 


Be  not  afraid  of  their  Faces,  for  I  avi  'Uiith  tbeei 

Jeremiah  i.  8, 

1  Why  should  the  dread  of  sinful  man 

Icstiare  and  vex  my  scul  ?  .>J 

O  for  that  fortitude  which  can  '\ 

My  ev'ry  fear  controuL  i 

4 


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i^  Shall  I  offend  a  holy  God, 
And  sacrifice  my  peace, 
To  shun  a  mortars  threat*ning  rod  j 
A  friend  or  two  to  please  ? 

3  Hard  is  the  task,  I  must  confess. 

Where  duty  thus  confines; 
Nor  can  my  soul  escape  distress 
Though  she  to  God  inclines. 

4  Fain  would  I  please  both  friends  and  foeSj 

And  follow  peace  with  all, 
Nor  to  one  frown  myself  expose, 
But  where  *tis  duty's  call, 

5  I  must  obey  the  God  1  love. 

Though  all  the  world  contemns ; 
One  smile  from  him  1  prize  above 
The  richest  earthly  gems. 

6  Hark  I  O  my  soul,  methinks  I  hear 

Jehovah's  awful  voice, — 
**  Fear  not,  thou  worm,  for  I  am  near, 
**  I  will  defend  thy  choice. 

7  "  While  mortal  men  revile  and  frown 

**  ril  smile  upon  thy  soul  j 
"  And  thou  shalt  tread  the  tempter  down, 
"  While  I  his  rage  controul. 

8  "  Trust  thou  in  my  almighty  name, 

"  Nor  let  thy  faith  be  weak ; 
**  Thy  soul  shall  ne'er  be  put  to  shame, 
*'  Whilst  thou  iTiy  glory  seek."— 

9  Lord,  I  resign  me  to  thy  will. 

Thy  wisdom  I  adore! 
I  yield  to  thee : — thy  word  fulfil, 
And  let  me  doubt  no  m-ore» 


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XLV. 

£ven  to  ye  also  ouUuardly  appear  righteous  unto  m.tny  but 
'Within  ye  are  full  of  Hypocrisy  and Liiquity.'^^WLdLtXhtyf 
xxiii.  28. 

1  Deceivers  will  affect  t'  appeal- 

Like  something  good  and  great  5 
Religion  as  a  cloak  they  wear, 
And  think  themselves  complete. 

2  Against  impiety  and  vice 

They  will  exclaim  aloud  ; 
In  lesser  things  how  strict  and  nice  I 
That  men  may  call  them  good, 

0  Amongst  the  saints  they'll  join  in  prayer, 
With  looks  demure  and  grave; 
Devoutly  read  when  men  can  hear. 
And  think  each  duty  brave. 

4  But  O  their  hearts  are  all  unclean^ 

All  filthy  and  impure, 
Full  of  hypocrisy  and  sin  j 
There  satan  reigns  secure. 

5  Strange  to  themselves,  estrang'd  from  God^ 

How  awful  is  their  state  ! 
Soon  must  they  feel  his  vengeful  rod:— 
What  woes  their  souls  await! 

6  Tremble,  my  soul,  with  holy  fear. 

And  dread  deceit  and  guile  ; 
Lord,  make  this  heart  of  mine  sincere, 
Obedient  to  thy  will. 


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XLVI. 


The  Fear  of  the  Lord  is  to  bate  EviL — Proverbs  viii.  13. 

L  Now,  whilst  I  try  my  heart 

By  this  unerring  word,. 
My  conscience  can  assert 
I  truly  fear  the  Lord: 
I  cannot  tread  the  paths  of  sin, 
I  long  for  holiness  within. 

2  Yes,  holiness  of  heart 

1  would  more  largely  share; 
I  mourn  with  inward  smart 
The  evils  that  are  there: 
I  hate  my  thoughts,  because  they're  vain^ 
I  would  from  ev'ry  sin  abstain. 

I  hate  this  wretched  pride, 
These  covetous  desires ; 
I'd  have  them  crucified, 

For  God  my  heart  requires : 
Jesus  do  thou  these  foes  subdue, 
Make  me  still  more  sincere  and  true. 

4  T'd  live  alone  to  thee, 

I  love  t'  obey  thy  word, 
Well  pleased  that  thou  shouldst  be 
My  Saviour  and  my  Lord. 
To  thee  I  now  resign  my  heart, 
Renew  it,  Lord,  in  evVy  part. 


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XLVII. 


Love  your  Enemies ;  bless  the'in  that  curse  you ;  do  good 
to  them  that  hate  you. — Matthtw  v.  44. 

1  Lord,  captivate  niy  ev'ry  thought, 
.    1*11  then  delight  to  do  thy  will; 

I  love  the  doctrines  thou  hast  taught. 
And  they  shall  lead  and  guide  me  still, 

2  For  thy  dear  sake  I  love  my  foes. 

And  seek  their  happiness  with  care; 
Main  would  do  some  good  to  those 
Whose  hatred  unprovok*d  I  bear. 

3  While  they  revile  my  worthless  name. 

Do  thou  defeat  each  base  design ; 
And,  lest  their  malice  end  in  shame, 
Their  anger  turn  to  love  benign. 

4  Bring  them,  O  Jesus,  to  thy  throne. 

Let  them  thy  pard'ning  mercy  prove. 
To  them  thy  glorious  self  make  known. 
And  set  their  hearts  on  things  above* 

5  Bless  them  with  ev*ry  christian  g^ace. 

Inspire  their  souls  with  holy  joy  ; 
So  shall  their  wrath  to  love  give  place, 
And  nobler  thoughts  their  minds  employ. 

6  Be  this  my  sweet  revenge  on  those 

Whose  envy  treads  me  in  the  dust : 
I'd  dwell  in  peace  with  all  my  foes. 
My  friends  Td  seek  among  the  just. 


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XLVIII. 

fT^tf  liberal  Soul  shall  be  made  fat^  and  he  that  watereth, 
shall  be  iuatered  also  himself. — Proverbs  xi.  25. 

1  Christian,  wouldst  thou  in  grace  excel, 

Wouldst  thou  enlarge  thy  store  ? 
Use  what  thou  hast  with  liberal  zeal, 
And  God  will  give  thee  more. 

2  Let  not  thy  sacred  talents  lie 

Conceal'd  beneath  the  ground. 
But  bless  thy  fellow-christians  by 
The  treasures  thou  hast  found. 

3  Comfort  the  feeble  and  oppressed 

With  tokens  of  thy  love ; 
Then  shall  thy  soul  be  well  refreshed, 
And  water'd  from  above. 

4  Shew  kind  affection,  special  care, 

To  the  afflicted  poor. 
Give  freely  what  thou  hast  to  spare, 
And  God  will  give  thee  more. 

5  The  liberal  heart,  the  liberal  hand 

Jehovah  deigns  to  bless: 
By  such  he  will  most  surely  stand, 
And  keep  them  from  distress. 

XLIX. 

A  certain  Centurion*s  Ser'oant  xvas  dear  unto  him. 

Luke  vii.  2. 

1  Grace  will  to  every  duty  bind. 

It  forms  the  hearts  of  men  sincerCj 
It  sweetly  humbles  all  the  mind, 
And  then  in  jicts  it  will  appear. 


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2  It  makes  the  meanest  servant  just, 

Willing,  obedient,  wise,  discreet, 
Worthy  of  confidence  and  trust, 
And  diligent  without  deceit. 

3  Was  the  Centurion's  servant  such. 

Who  won  his  master  for  his  friend  ? 

Yes,  or  he*d  ne*er  been  lov'd  so  much: — 

What  blessings  faithful  souls  attend ! 

4  He  sought  the  honor  of  his  God, 

Approv'd  his  station  and  his  fare; 
The  paths  of  honesty  he  trod. 

His  Lord's  good  pleasure  his  chief  care, 

5  Ye  that  are  servants,  seek  for  grace. 

If  to  your  masters  you'd  be  dear; 
And  thus  fill  up  }our  humble  place. 
Serve  them  in  faith  with  holy  fear. 

6  Labor  while  heaven  allows  you  strength. 

Let  all  your  work  to  God  be  done; 
A  sure  reward  shall  come  at  length, 
When  faithfully  your  race  is  run. 


L. 

7'he  Heart  of  him  that  hath  Understanding  seeketk  Kji^^- 

ledge. — Proverbs  xv.  14. 

1  Where  is  the.  understanding  heart 
That  seeks  to  act  the  wiser  part  ? 
What  is  the  kncwle^^ge  he  requires? 
What  are  the  things  his  &oiil  desires  ? 


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2  He  seeks  to  know  himself  aright. 
As  seen  in  his  Creator's  sight; 
He  seeks  repentance  for  his  sins ; 
'Tis  here  true  wisdom  first  begins. 

3  Earnest  he  seeks  Jehovah's  face. 
And  longs  to  feel  the  power  of  grace; 
He  shuns  the  sins  he  lov'd  before, 

And  strives  to  hate  thenn  more  and  more. 

4  He  seeks  for  pardon  through  the  blood 
Of  Jesus,  the  incarnate  God; 

He  seeks  that  faith  which  works  by  love. 
This  is  the  wisdom  from  above, 

5  He  seeks  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 
And  guards  his  soul  with  holy  fear; 
He  seeks  to  be  approved  of  God, 
And  loves  to  spread  his  praise  abroad. 

6  This  is  the  knowledge  he  requires; 
And  God  will  grant  his  pure  desires ; 
Jesus  will  bless  hinn  from  the  skies. 
And  make  him  to  salvation  wise. 


LI. 

3lessed  are  they  irbich  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  Rtghfeoui- 
ness,  for  they  shall  be  filled, — Matthew  y.  6. 

1  This  promise  is  to  sinners  made, 
To  sinners  such  as  me: 
Lord,  I  would  come  and  humbly  plead 
This  promise  now  with  thee. 

E 


.    5° 

2  I  see  my  heart  is  all  unclean, 

Its  hardness  oft  I  mourn ; 
I  thirst  for  holiness  within, 
Foi  perfect  love  1  burn. 

3  How  are  my  wand'ring  thoughts  bewail'd. 

How  odious  in  my  sight; 
When  shall  my  spirit  be  regal'd 
With  pure,  divine  delight. 

4  Fain  would  I  love  my  Saviour  more, 

And  live  upon  his  word; 
I  would  believe,  I  would  adore, 
And  banquet  with  the  Lord. 

5  My  hungry  spirit  longs  to  feed 

On  truth  and  righteousness ; 
I  am  all  emptiness  and  need, 
Lord,  fill  me  with  thy  grace. 

6  O,  Fount  of  Excellence,  draw  near, 

Or  bear  my  soul  above, 
That  I  may  feast  on  heavenly  fare, 
And  triumph  in  thy  love. 


LH. 

Tbcse  Things  I  coTnmand  you,  that  ye  love  one  another. 

John  XV.  17. 

1  Am  I  indeed  born  from  above  ? 
Do  I  partake  of  Jesu's  love  ? 
Then  let  me  all  my  duty  know, 
And  love  by  my  obedience  shew. 


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J  Fain  would  I  love  his  person  more, 
And  God  in  all  his  works  adore; 
O  may  his  love  my  heart  inflaine 
With  love  to  all  that  love  his  nanae. 

5  Wherever  I  his  image  see, 
O  let  those  souls  be  dear  to  me ! 
Dear,  as  the  purchase  of  his  blood, 
Dear,  as  the  favorites  of  God. 

4  Jesus  to  us  his  love  doth  shew. 
And  bids  us  love  each  other  too ; 
But  O  how  little  love  sincere 
Is  found  in  great  professors  here ! 

5  What  anger,  pride,  and  malice  swell 
Those  breasts  where  love  alone  should  dwell ! 
O  why  should  satan  thus  devour 
Religion's  glory  and  its  power? 

6  Come,  heavenly  Spirit,  from  above. 
And  fill  our  inmost  hearts  with  love: 
That  we  may  say  to  all  mankind, 

••  See  how  those  love  whom  Christ  has  join'd." 


LIII. 

Be  thou  faithful  unto  Deaths  and  I  vjill  give  thee  « 
Cro%vn  of  Life, — Revelations  ii.  10. 

1  Lord,  is  not  this  my  one  desire, 
That  I  may  faithful  prove  ? 
I'd  fight  with  sin,  and  never  tire. 
Till  death  my  soul  remove. 

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2  The  easy  work  that  I  have  here 

I  faithfully  would  do ; 
And  when  the  hardest  tasks  appear, 
I  would  be  faithful  too. 

3  Jesus,  enrich  my  soul  with  grace. 

And  guide  me  in  thy  ways ; 
That  I  may  fill  my  humble  place 
To  thine  eternal  praise. 

4  I'd  do  and  suffer  all  thy  will 

With  patience  and  delight ; 
Duty  to  all  I  would  fulfil. 
By  all  I'd  fain  do  right. 

5  Faithful  I'd  lay  this  body  down. 

And  yield  it  to  the  g^ave : 
Faithful  I'd  rise,  and  take  the  crown, 
And  sing  thy  power  to  save. 


LIV. 

Let  no  corrupt  Cotnmunication  proceed  out  of  your  Mouths 

Ephesians  iv.  29. 

1  Ye  highly  favor'd,  who  profess 
To  love  and  practise  holiness, 
You  stand  expos'd  to  earth  and  hell. 
And  seriousness  becomes  you  well. 

2  Be  circumspect  in  all  your  ways. 
And  spread  your  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
Let  his  commands  be  your  delight,  . 
This  is  well-pleasing  in  his  sight.                                           j 


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5  Labor  to  prove  your  faith  sincere^ 
In  purity  and  hcl}  fear; 
Let  all  your  conduct  siill  express 
The  truth  and  pow'r  of  godliness. 

4  Look  up  to  hiiTi  whose  blood  was  spilt 
To  purchase  pardon  for  your  guilt ; 
His  grace  can  all  your  sins  subdue. 
And  help  you  both  to  will  and  do- 

5  O  love  and  reverence  his  name. 
And  let  bis  giory  be  your  aim: 
So  shall  your  souls  escape  distress. 
And  glory  in  his  righteousness. 


LV. 

Mah  thj  Face  to  shine  upon  thy  Serva^it. — Psalm  xxxi.  16. 
i  Lord,  what  am  I  without  thy  love  ? 

Without  thy  smiles  I  cannot  rest ; 
Shine,  Light  Effulgent,  from  above, 

And  with  a  word  pronounce  me  blest. 

2  Break  through  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 

And  drive  the  powers  of  hell  away ; 
I  cannot  bear  to  be  confin'd, 

My  spirit  longs  for  brighter  day. 

3  Nothing  will  please  me  but  thy  smile; 

Not  all  the  wealth  this  earth  aiford 
Can  give  my  soul  contentment,  whil^ 
I  find  such  distance  from  the  Lord, 

4  Favor  of  princes  and  of  kings, 

The  smiles  of  angels  from  on  high. 
To  me  are  mean,  insipid  things, 
If  God  in  anger  pass  me  by. 

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5  Jesus,  regard  me  from  above, 

My  soul  with  all  its  powers  are  thine, 
My  life  depends  upon  thy  love, 
O  make  thy  face  on  me  to  shine. 

6  I  will  again  repeat  the  cry, 

Importunate  till  thou  appear; 
I  will  refuse  all  other  joy, 

Till  I  can  feel  my  God  is  near. 


LVI. 

^he  heart  is  deceitful  above  all  tbings,  and  desperately 
m)icked;  ivbo  can  know  it? — Jeremiah  xvii.  9. 

1  This  wretched  heart  will  still  backslide, 

O  what  deceit  is  treasured  here ! 
*Tis  made  of  vanity  and  pride ; 
What  fruits  of  unbelief  appear ! 

2  My  base  ingratitude  I  mourn. 

My  stubborn  will,  my  earthly  mind. 
My  thoi:glits  how  vain,  to  roi^^e  how  prone, 
To  ev'ry  evil  how  inclin'd  ! 

3  Who  can,  amongst  the  sons  of  men. 

Find  cut  the  vileness  of  my  heart  ? 
None  can  the  depths  of  guilt  explain, 
*l'is  all  corrupt  through  every  part. 

4  Could  creatures  look  into  mv  breast, 

How  would  they  gaze  with  strange  surprize-! 
They'd  hate  me  with  a  sore  detest. 
And  turn  away  their  frighted  eyes. 


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o  But  what  are  crcatiiareg,  Lord,  to  thee! 
They  can^t  forgive  one  single  sin. 
Were  they  disposed  to  pity  me, 

They  could  not  work  one  grace  within. 

6  To  Jesus  then  Til  make  my  moan, 

O  cleanse  this  filthy  sink  of  sin! 
Jesus,  thou  canst,  and  thou  alone, 
O  condescend  to  make  me  clean. 

7  I  plead  for  mercy  at  thy  feet^ 

Make  me  inflexibly  sincere ; 
Purge  me  from  guile, — from  all  deceit. 
And  fill  my  soul  with  holy  fear. 


|r  LVII. 

Lord  be  'intrclful  unto  mej  heal  my  Soul,  for  I  have  tinned 

against  thee. — Psalm  xli.  4. 

^1  Will  God  be  iTierciful  to  me, 
And  hear  my  soul  complam  ? 
Shall  I  indeed  his  goodness  see, 
Or  must  I  pray  in  vain  ? 

2  No,  let  this  thought  for  ever  fly, 
God  will  in  mercy  hear : 
In  mercy  ansv/er  when  I  cry, 
Nor  disregard  my  prayer. 

o  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  now  appear, 
And  calm  my  troubled  mind; 
Proclaim  thyself  before  me  here,--*» 
*'  God,  merciful  and  kind!" 


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4  O  heal  my  sick  and  wounded  soul. 

Physician  only  good ! 
One  word  of  thine  can  make  me  whole, 
One  drop  of  Jesu^s  blood. 

5  Forgive  my  guilt,  for  I  have  sinn*d, 

I'm  vile  in  every  part; 
Heal  the  diseases  of  my  mind, 
And  renovate  my  heart. 


LVIII. 

Be  merciful  unto  me,  O  Gody  be  nnerciful  unto  me,  for  my 
Soul  trusteth  in  f/6ee.— Psalm  Ivii.  1. 

1  Be  merciful,  O  God,  to  me, 
Thy  mercy  is  my  only  plea. 

Look  with  compassion  on  my  woes, 
And  let  not  judgment  interpose. 

2  Guilty  before  thy  face  I  stand, 
And  fear  thy  sin-avenging  hand; 
Kell  as  my  just  desert  I  own, 

But  mercy  pleads  before  thy  throne. 

3  Mercy,  through  Jesus  crucified, 
I  ask,  and  can  I  be  denied  ? 
Mercy,  O  God, — I  ask  no  more, — 
Thrust  not  my  soul  from  mercy's  door. 

4  O  Gcd,  as  powerful  as  just. 
In  thee,  in  thee  alone  I  trust : 
Vain  does  the  help  of  man  appear; 
Vain  is  the  help  of  angels  here! 


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5  Nothing;  will  give  my  spirit  rest, 
Till  pard'ning  mercy  makes  me  blest  : 
Behold  I  faint  beneath  thy  frown, 
Send,  send  the  cheering  cordial  down. 


LIX, 

O  thou  of  little  Faith,  Viberefore  didst  thou  doubt  P 

Matthew  xiv.  31. 

1  Come,  O  my  doubting  soul,  attend 

Unto  thy  Saviour's  call, 
Come  tell  thy  Great,  Almighty  Friend, 
Why  is  thy  faith  so  small  1 

2  Why  all  these  unbelieving  fears  ? 

Jehovah's  arm  is  strong  : 
O  chide  these  sighs,  and  groans,  and  tears. 
And  turn  them  to  a  song. 

o  Is  God  thy  shield,  thy  great  reward. 
Thy  Portion,  and  thy  All  ? 
Is  Christ  thy  Captain,  and  thy  Lord, 
And  shall  thy  hopes  be  small  ? 

4  Why  wilt  thou  thus  dispute  his  love, 
And  thus  abuse  his  care  ? 
Why  wilt  thou  grieve  the  heavenly  Dove, 
And  yield  to  every  snare  ? 

3  In  Jesus  every  grace  is  found, 

Why  wilt  thou  not  believe? 
He  hath  a  balm  for  every  wound. 
Why  wilt  thou  not  receive  ? 


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^  His  arm  can  conquer  ev'ry  foe. 
His  grace  can  sanctify : 
Amen,  amen;  Lord,  be  it  so, 
Let  my  corruptions  die. 

7  Sin  is  the  cause  of  ev*ry  fear, 
O  keep  me  from  its  power; 
Slay  the  accursed  monster  here. 
That  I  may  doubt  no  more. 


LX. 

ffls  Anger  endureth  but  a  Moment ^ — /«  his  Favour  is  Lift. 
'^'Weeping  may  endure  for  a  Nighty  but  ^oy  cometh  in 
the  Morning.-^VsdXrvi  xxx.  5,  G. 

1  Thine  anger.  Lord,  how  short  the  stay. 
Slowly  it  comes,  and  flies  away 
Swift  as  the  darkness  of  the  night. 
When  morning  brings  the  cheering  light. 

2  My  soul  again  shall  bless  thy  nanne, 
Whose  power  and  love  are  still  the  same; 
Yea,  through  thine  awful  frowns  I  trace 
Unutterable  plans  of  grace. 

3  Too  oft  have  I  transgressed  thy  law. 
And  forced  thy  Spirit  to  withdraw; 
I  mourn : — again  thy  love  appears 
To  heal  my  wounds,  disperse  my  fears. 

4  My  God,  thou- art  immensely  kind,      ^ 
Life  in  thy  favor  still  I  find ; 
Thy  love  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
O  let  me  grieve  nor  doubt  no  more.  ,,, 


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5  Lord,  take  and  keep  my  wandVing  heart. 
Let  me  no  more  from  thee  depart; 
That  I  no  more  may  feel  thy  frown, 
Nor  tempt,  nor  force  thine  anger  down. 


LXL 

Blessed  are  the  poor  in  Spirit y  for  theirs  is  the  Kingdom  of 

Hea^ven. — Mattfe€vv  v.  3. 

1  Come,  each  desponding,  drooping  soul, 

You  who  desire  to  seek  the  Lord, 
Whose  thoughts  in  sad  dejection  roll, 
Who  tremble  at  his  awful  word. 

2  Come,  banish  evVy  slavish  fear, 

Let  satan  flee,  for  God  is  true : 
Let  unbelief  no  more  appear : 
This  promise  is  for  such  as  you. 

3  For  you  that  trust  in  Jesu*s  name; 

For  you  that  mourn  your  helplessness* 
Who  see  your  poverty  and  shame. 
And  all  your  sins  with  grief  confess. 

4  Jesus  himself  proclaims  you  blest, 

His  word  for  ever  stands  secure; 
You  on  his  faithfulness  may  rest, 
His  love  forever  shall  endure. 

5  O  live  by  faith  in  him  alone, 

Jesus  will  lead  you  safely  through 
Believe  and  hope,  as  well  as  mourn, 
Himself  hath  taken  care  for  vou. 


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6  For  you  he  pleads  his  precious  blood, 
For  you, — the  favorites  of  heav'n  !• 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  sons  of  God! 
Sing,  for  your  sins  are  all  forgiv'n. 


LZIL 

^hou  knoivest  my   doiviiMjmng  and   nxiije    uprising;    thou 
understandest  my  Thotc^ts  afar  off. — Psalm  cxxxix.  2. 

1  Thou  art  acquainted  with  my  heart, 

O  thou  Omniscient  God  1 
Thou  know'st  my  ev'ry  wand'ring  thought. 
What  devious  paths  I've  trod. 

2  O  'tis  in  vain  for  me  to  try 

My  num'rous  thoughts  to  screen ; 
No  sin  escapes  thy  searching  eye, 
Unnoticed  or  unseen. 

3  Then  let  me  call  my  follies  o'er. 

And  mourn  before  the  Lord, 
That  I  have  liv'd  to  hin^i  no  more. 
No  more  obeyed  his  word. 

4  Lord,  smite  the  flinty  rock  within, 

And  let  my  sorrows  flow ; 
And  whilst  I  mourn  and  hate  my  sin. 
Do  thou  thy  mercy  shew. 

5  O  bring  a  pardon  to  my  hand, 

A  pardon  bought  with  blood; 
And  may  I  never  more  offend. 
Nor  sin  against  my  God. 


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LXIIL 

Let  us  run  luitb  Patience  the  Race  that  is  set  before  us, 
looking  unto  jfesus. — Hebrews  xii.  1,  2. 

1  Lord,  can  a  helpless  worm  like  me, 
Attempt  to  make  her  way  to  thee  I 
Yes,  let  me  raise  thy  praises  high. 

In  weakness  thou  canst  strength  supply, 

2  *Twas  by  thy  grace  I  first  begun, 
Resolv'd  the  heavenly  race  to  run ; 
'Tis  grace  corrects  me  when  I  stray, 
'Tis  grace  upholds  me  in  the  way. 

j3  Run  on,  my  soul,  and  still  adore. 
Receiving  still,  still  asking  more; 
In  Christ  thy  strength  and  wisdom  lies, 
O  look  to  him  with  stedfast  eyes. 

4  Look  to  that  blood  thy  Saviour  shed, 
Thy  Daysman  dying  in  thy  stead; 
Behold  him  on  th'  accursed  tree ! 
Great  was  the  love  he  bore  to  thee. 

He  who  thus  lov*d  thee  unto  death 
"Will  love  thee  to  thy  laiest  breath ; 
Keep  sight  of  him,  my  soul,  and  run, 
He'll  crown  thee  when  thy  race  is  done. 

LXIV. 

Draw  me,  voe  will  run  after  t^f<?.— Canticles  i.  4. 

1  Lord,  I  confess  my  guilt  and  shame. 
Which  separates  my  soul  from  thee; 
Yet  the  remembrance  of  thy  name 
Is  dear,  supremely  dear  to  me. 


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2  Break  down  the  separating  wall, 

0  rid  me  of  this  earthly  mind. 
My  soul  would  soon  obey  the  call. 

And  run  and  leave  her  fears  behind. 

3  Jesus,  allure  me  by  thy  grace, 

Why  should  I  grovel  in  the  dust  ? 
Thee  would  my  arms  of  faith  embracCi 
Thou  art  the  object  of  my  trust. 

4  Draw  me  from  unbelief  and  pride, 

From  every  sin,  frona  every  snare ; 
Fain  would  I  in  thy  chanabers  hide. 
And  banish  evVy  mortal  care. 

5  With  thee,  my  Lord,  I  would  retire, 

And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Draw  me,  I  burn  with  strong  desire. 
Draw  me,  and  I  will  sing  thy  praise, 

6  Draw  me,  my  Jesus,  with  thy  love, 

1  cannot  bear  thine  awful  frown ; 
O  draw  my  heart  and  soul  above, 

And  let  me  tread  the  tempter  down ! 


LXV, 

ITot  unto  uSf  0  Lord,  not  unto  us^  but  unto  thy  Name  give 

Glory. — Psalm  cxv.  1. 

1  Lord,  'tis  enough,  at  length  I  own, 

By  nne  no  good  was  ever  done;  \ 

O  let  thy  dark,  mysterious  ways 
Excite  my  gratitude  and  praise. 


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2  In  mercy  thou  hast  hid  thy  face, 
In  mercy  too  restrained  thy  grace, 
Helpless  I  lay  beneath  the  rod, 
Nor  could  I  speak  or  think  of  God. 

3  I  sent  the  Spirit  grievM  away, 
Nor  could  I  meditate  or  pray, 
Without  my  Teacher  and  my  Guide, 
Mourning,  I  laid  thy  word  aside. 

4  But,  O  my  soul,  adore  the  grace, 
Jesus  again  unveils  his  face ! 
Glory  no  more  in  meaner  things. 
In  hina  alone  are  all  thy  springs. 

5  Now  I  can  read  and  pray  again  ; 
Can  contemplate,  or  use  my  pen ; 
Now  I  can  see  each  heavenly  thought 
Is  by  the  Holy  Spirit  brought. 

6  Not  unto  me  reward  is  due. 

The  work  is  God's,  the  glory  too : 
*'  Not  unto  me,"  is  still  my  song,— 
To  God  alone  all  praise  belong. 

LXVI. 

By  Grace  are  ye  saved. — Ephesians  ii. 
1  No  more  of  works  I  vainly  boast, 
Nor  so  employ  my  tongue ; 
Jesus  alone  is  all  my  trust. 
Free  grace  my  only  song. 

3  'Twas  not  in  me  to  seek  his  face, 
Nor  did  I  ask  his  love, 
Till  he  by  his  all-powerful  grace 
First  drew  my  thoughts  above. 

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2  My  free-will  chose  the  beaten  road 
That  leads  to  endless  pain, 
1  walk'd  with  pleasure  there,  till  God 
Inclin'd  me  to  refrain. 

4  He  saw  me  helpless  and  undone, 

A  rebel  dark  and  blind. 
And  led  me  to  his  blessed  Son, 
A  better  way  to  find. 

5  By  whose  rich  grace  alone  I  stand. 

Kept  by  his  mighty  power. 
Through  which  1  trust  e'er  long  to  land 

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4  Then  shall  I  leave  all  sin's  remains. 

And  view  his  glorious  face, 

And  sing  in  more  exalted  strains  '§ 

The  freedom  of  his  grace.  | 


LXVIL 

The  Son  of  Man  is  come  to  seek  and  to  save  that  which  wojf 

lost. — Luke  xix.  10. 

• 

1  Why,  O  my  soul,  these  gloomy  fears? 
Why  all  these  sighs,  and  groans,  and  tears  I 
O  why  this  God-dishonoring  grief  ? 

Why  all  this  wretched  unbelief  ? 

2  Though  helpless  in  myself  I  lie. 
And  lost  to  all  eternity, 

Yet  I  shall  triumph  o*er  the  grave. 
Since  Jesus  came  to  seek  and  save. 


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3  To  save  poor  sinners,  such  as  me, 
To  set  the  captive  pris*ners  free, 

To  comfort  those  that  mourn — to  heal 
The  wounds  of  all  who  misery  feel. 

4  To  save  the  ruin*d  and  undone, 
"To  seek  the  lost: — Lord,  I  am  one  ! 

I  see,  and  mourn  my  guilt  with  shame  : — 
To  seek  out  such  the  Saviour  came. 

5  Then  let  my  gratitude  abound, 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found; 
I  once  was  dead,  but  now  I  live  :— 
Praise,  praise  is  all  that  1  can  give. 

LXVIII. 

Wort/jy  is  the  Lamb  that  ivas  slain. — Revelations  v.  12. 

1  All  glory  belongs  to  Jesus  alone. 

To  Jesus  the  Saviour  who  sits  on  the  throne; 
To  Jesus  whom  angels  and  seraphs  adore. 
To  Jesus  salvation  ascribe  evermore. 

2  How  worthy  the  Lamb  on  mount  Calvary  slain. 
Who  triumph'd  o'er  death,  and  is  risen  again  ! 
How  worthy  of  blessing,  and  glory,  and  praise! 
The  highest  ascriptions  archangels  can  raise. 

3  All  wisdom  and  honor  to  Jesus  belongs, 

He  shall  have  the  plaudits  of  ten  thousand  tongues  j 
Yea,  infinite  numbers  with  joy  shall  proclaim 
Through  ages  eternal  his  excellent  name. 

4  His  mercy  my  thanks  and  astonishment  raise, 
I  cannot  be  silent  in  Jesus's  praise ; 

My  soul  shall  adore  him  who  bled  on  the  tree, 
Who  laid  down  his  life  as  a  ransom  for  me. 

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$  While  on  earth  I  remain  1*11  shew  forth  his  praise. 
And  aim  at  his  honor  the  rest  of  my  days ; 
And  when  I  get  home  to  his  mansion  above, 
All  heaven  shall  ring  with  the  shouts  of  his  love. 


LXIX. 

For  God  so  loved  the  Worlds  that  he  ga^oe  his  only  begotten 
Son,  that  luhosoever  believed  in  him  should  not  perish f 
but  have  everlasting  Life. — John  iii.  16. 

1  Let  all  the  heavenly  hosts  rejoice. 

And  let  the  earth  be  glad : 
Let  sinners  sing  with  cheerful  voice, 
Let  saints  no  more  be  sad. 

2  Sing  of  that  boundless,  matchless  grace 

That  pitied  helpless  man; 
Adam  rejoice,  thy  fallen  race 
Are  rais'd  to  bliss  again. 

3  So  were  the  souls  of  men  belovM, 

(O  wonder  ^nd  adore  !)  ; 
That  God's  own  Son  our  curse  remov'd, 
When  we  could  hope  no  more. 

4  The  only  Darling  of  his  heart 

Jehovah  did  not  spare, 
But  gave  him  up  to  bleed  and  smart. 
Our  punishment  to  bear. 

5  What  could  the  Lord  of  glory  see 

In  such  a  guilty  race. 
That  he  should  thus  consent  to  be 
The  author  of  our  peace  \ 


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^  Why  for  such  traitors  did  he  bleed, 
When  angels  were  pass'd  by  ? 
Here  let  my  admiration  feed. 
And  waft  his  praises  high  ! 

7  Praise  him,  ye  seraphs,  round  his  throne, 
Who  bled  upon  the  tree; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Let  heaven  and  earth  agree. 


LXX. 

Let  the  Words  of  my  Mouth,  and  the  Meditations  of  my 
Heart,  be  acceptable  in  thy  Sight,  O  Lord,  my  Strength 
and  my  Redeemer. — Psalm  xix.  14. 

1  Lord,  is  not  my  soul's  desire 

To  honor  thee  in  all  my  ways  ? 

0  let  thy  grace  my  heart  inspire, 

So  shall  thy  grace  have  all  the  praise. 

« 

2  Thou  know'st  I'm  ignorant  and  week. 

Prone  to  prefer  the  thing  that's  wrong; 

1  often  think,  and  often  speak, 

And  then  reprove  my  heart  and  tongue. 

3  Jesus,  my  wisdom,  make  me  wise. 

That  I  may  please  the  God  I  love; 
In  thee  the  hidden  treasure  lies. 
Teach  and  instruct  me  from  above.' 

4  Holy  in  heart  I  fain  w^ould  be, 

'    Now  Idt  my  meditations  spring. 
And  flow  acceptable  to  thee, 
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Sin  shall  not  have  Doi7iinion  over  you, — Romans  vi.  14. 


1  Now  let  my  faith  grow  strong,  and  plead 

This  promise  all  divine ; 
This  is,  indeed,  a  time  of  need 
With  this  poor  soul  of  mine. 

2  Shew  me,  O  God,  thy  smiling  face, 

Nor  leave'  nme  to  my  foes ; 
Pity  my  case,  and  let  thy  grace 
My  troubled  thoughts  compose. 

3  Hear  and  regard  m.y  earnest  cries, 

And  answer  when  I  call ; 
Jej^us  arise,  and  send  supplies. 
Or  I  shall  quickly  fall. 

4  Look  hoV  I  groan  beneath  the  weight 

Of  sin's  oppressive  yoke; 
O  how  I  hate  this  lead  so  great, 
When  shall  this  chain  be  broke? 

5  O  why  should  sin  oppress  me  so. 

And  draw  my  heart  from  thee  ? 
Lord,  smite  this  foe,  and  bid  it  go, 
And  set  thy  captive  free. 

6  My  soul  depends  upon  thy  word, 

And  pleads  thy  fai'hfulness; 
New  strengrh  afford,  my  dearest  Lord> 
And  1  will  praise  thy  grace. 


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LXXII, 

-  jf  ye  angry  and  sin  not :  let  not  the  Sun  go  doivn  upon  your 

Wrath. — Ephesians  iv.  26. 

.  O  LET  me  lay  my  anger  by, 
And  bid  my  wrath  be  gone. 
Or  from  it  let  me  rather  fly 
Before  the  sitting  sun. 

Can  comfort  in  my  bosom  rest 

When  I  in  anger  speak  ? 
Let  me  with  tenderness  be  blest, 

Lord,  make  me  truly  meek. 

Lest  I  should  wear  a  false  disguise, 

Or  once  malicious  prove, 
O  make  me  as  the  serpent  wise. 

And  harmless  as  the  dove. 

-    Still  let  me  guard  my  heart  with  care, 
And  every  passion  curb, 
Lest  pride  should  get  donninion  there. 
And  sin  my  peace  disturb. 

LXXIIL 

7e  fainted  and  wished  in  himself  to  dicj  and  said.  It  it 
better  for  me  to  die  than  to  li'oe. — Jonah  iv.  8, 
Why,  Jonah,  does  thine  anger  rise? 

Whence  that  ungrateful  frown? 
Impatience  ill  becomes  the  wise ; 
O  why  so  fretful  grown  ? 

I  What,  though  thy  pleasant  gourd  is  gone. 
If  so  thy  Maker's  will. 
The  hand  that  raised  and  pluck'd  it  soon 
Can  well  defend  thee  still. 


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3  What  though  expos'd  to  storm  and  wind, 

Or  parch 'd  with  suliry  heat  ? 
So  God  appoints ;  be  thou  resigned, 
And  worship  at  his  feet. 

4  My  soul !   thou  art  the  Jonah  here. 

To  thee  alone  I  sDeak: 
Alas!  how  little  canst  thou  bear! 
Why  is  thy  faith  so  weak  ? 

5  Wilt  thou,  when  tried,  like  him  complain, 

And  murmur,  and  rebel  ? 
O  think  how  light  is  every  pain 
Compar'd  with  those  in  hell! 

6  Wilt  thou  despise  a  Father's  rod. 

And  say,—'*  'Tis  best  to  die?" 
How  canst  thou  think  to  fly  from  God, 
Who  filb  immensity  ? 

7  Ah!   cease,  vain  wretch!  repine  no  more, 

God  is  supremely  wise  ; 
Believe  his  love,  his  grace  adore, 
And  wipe  thy  weeping  eyes. 

8  Or  rather  drop  an  humble  tear 

O'er  thy  unruly  will; 
Look  up  to  God  for  strength  to  bear. 
And  he'll  support  thee  still. 

LXXIV. 

^oiy  shall  we  si?ig  the  Lord's  Sofig  in  a  strange  Land. 

Psalm  cxxxvii,  4. 

1  Unfertile^  intricate,  and  strange 
Is  this  world's  wilderness, 
Where  Avoes  unnumbered  take  their  range, 
And  sin,  and  sad  distress. 


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2  My  harp  is  on  the  willow  hung. 

My  soul  bppress'd  with  fear, 
How  then  can  Zion's  song  be  sung 
In  strains  melodious  here  ? 

3  Led  captive  by  the  law  of  sin, 

I  gproan  beneath  its  yoke. 
Nor  can  I  reach  to  things  divine. 
Till  this  vast  chain  is  broke. 

4  Where  can  a  captive  prisoner  flee, 

In  bondage  and  exile  ? 
Earth  is  a  prison,  Lord,  to  me. 
When  thou  refuse  to  smile. 

5  How  can  I  raise  my  thoughts  above, 

Or  bow  this  stubborn  will  ? 
How  can  I  sing  of  Jesu's  love 
If  thou  his  love  conceal  ? 

G  While  I  in  grief  and  fears  complain, 
And  think  thine  absence  long  ; 
Satan  insults  me  with  disdain. 
And  asks  me  for  a  song. 

7  Help,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  grace  delay, 
I  trust  alone  in  thee : 
O  drive  the  troops  of  hell  away. 
And  set  thy  prisoner  free. 

S  Jesus,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue. 
And  then  I'll  raise  my  voice: 
Glory  to  God  shall  be  my  song. 
While  all  my  po^rers  rejoice. 


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LXXV. 

COMPLAINING  OF  SPIRITUAL  DESERTION. 

1  What  ails  this  vile,  deceitful  heart  ? 
Why  do  I  thus  from  God  depart  ? 

0  how  unstable  do  I  prove ! 
How  false  and  fickle  is  my  love! 

2  Wretched,  I  wander  from  the  Lord, 
His  ways  neglect,  and  slight  his  word, 
Let  sin  and  vanity  invade. 

And  break  the  solemn  vows  I  made. 

3  Sure  none  arc  so  defiPd  with  sin ; 
None  so  unholy  and  unclean ! 
Overcome  with  pride  and  every  ill. 
Viler  I  grow,  and  viler  still. 

4  In  sad  desertion  now  I  mourn: — 
The  Lord,  my  Comforter,  is  gone! 
Gifended, — griev'd, — he  hides  his  face. 
Nor  can  I  see  one  glimpse  of  grace. 

5  My  mind  what  clouds  of  darkness  veil. 
Terrors  on  every  side  assail; 

By  guilt  oppress'd,  enslav'd  by  fear. 
My  thoughts  run  out  to  meet  despair. 

6  And  must  I  here  desponding  lie  ? 
Why  do  I  not  for  mercy  cry  ? 
Forgive  my  sin,  thou  God  of  grace. 
For  Jesu's  sake.,  unveil  thy  face! 

7  Unworthy, of  the  smallest  good, 

1  plead  a  worthy  Saviour's  blood; 
On  him  alone  my  hopes  depend. 
My  Surety,  Advocate,  and  Friend.^ 


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8  His  blood  can  cleanse  my  soul  anew, 
His  power  can  all  my  sins  subdue  ; 
Be'. old  him,  Lord,  and  set  me  free, 
That  I  may  live  alone  to  thee. 


LXXVI. 

0  that  I  knew  %vbere  I  might  find  hini,  that  I  might  come, 
even  to  his  Seat ;  I  would  order  my  Cause  before  hiin, 
and  fill  Tny  Mouth  --ujith  Arguments, — Job  xxiii»  3,  4. 

1  I  LANGUISH  for  a  sight 

Of  him  who  reigns  on  high ; 
Jesus,  my  soul's  supreme  delight. 
For  hinm  alone  I  sigh. 

2  O  that  I  knew  the  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God, 

And  make  the  arms  of  his  embrace 
My  soul's  secure  abode ! 

3  Near  to  his  mercy's  seat, 
Where  grace  triumphant  reigns, 

I'd  come  and  worship  at  his  feet, 
And  tell  him  all  my  pains. 

4  The  arguments  I'd  use 
My  troubles  shall  suggest: 

Nor  can  my  blessed  Lord  refuse 
The  cause  of  the  distress'd. 

5  O  Jesus,  bring  me  near, 

New  life,  new  strength  impart, 
Banish  at  once  my  slavish  fear, 
And  dw<;U  y/ ithjn  my  hearto 

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LXXVII. 

Never  Man  spake  like  this  3/^.— John  vii.  46. 

1  No  man,  nor  angel,  can  compare 

With  our  Almighty  Lord: 
To  speak  like  him  what  seraph  dare. 
Or  imitate  his  word  ? 

2  Who  can  command  the  dead  to  rise. 

With  a  prevailing  power  ? 
Who  can  pour  light  on  sightless  eyes? 
The  sick  to  health  restore  ? 

3  Whose  v/ords  can  fiends  infernal  tame; 

Or  furious  winds  controul  ? 
Unstop  deaf  ears;  or  cure  the  lame; 
Or  make  the  wounded  whole  \ 

4  One  word  from  Jesus  this  performs, 

And  proves  his  power  divine ; 
His  breath  can  still  the  roughest  storms. 
Leviathan  confine! 

5  None  else  could  expiate  my  guilt, 

Nor  save  one  soul  from  hell : 
Not  all  the  blood  of  mortals  spilt 
Since  our  first  parents  fell. 

6  Jesus  for  me  fulfil'd  the  law^ 

And  justice  satisfied; 
My  guilt  and  misery  he  saw^ 
And  for  my  ransom  died. 

f  Love  such  as  his  can  ne'er  be  found. 
His  grace  is  rich  indeed; 
Such  words  as  his  there's  noue  can  sound, 
Nor  do  as  Jesus  di^, 


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LXXVIIL 

/  tuill  love  the  Lord,  because  he  bath  heard  my  VoiCCi  arid 
my  Supplications. — Psalm  cxvi.  1. 

1  Thee  will  Hove,  my  dearest  Lord, 

For^hou  hast  heard  my  mournful  cries, 
My  soul  shall  live  upon  thy  word. 
For  thou  hast  sent  me  fresh  supplies. 

2  When  I  was  overvvhelm*d  with  griefs 

Mourning,  I  sought  thee  all  in  tears. 
And  thou  hast  been  my  sure  relief, 
'    And  thou  hast  sweetly  calm*d  my  fears. 

o  Why,  O  my  God,  why  should'st  thou  be     , 
To  me  so  infinitely  kind  ? 
Why  such  regard, — su6h  love  to  me  ? 
The  reason.  Lord,  I  fain  would  find. 

4  'Tis  to  exalt  thy  sovereign  grace. 

Thy  condescension  and  thy  care; 
To  lay  me  low  before  thy  face ; 

That  I  thy  goodness  might  declare* 

5  O  may  thy  love  be  still  my  song. 

Thy  honor  be  my  sole  employ, 

Jesus,  whilst  thou  my  life  prolong, 

Till  I  in  heaven  my  God  enjoy. 


LXXIX. 

The  upright  lover  thee. — Canticles  i.  4, 

1  Jesus,  thy  love  is  still  my  theme, 
O  let  me  love  thee  all  my  days ! 
Worthy  art  thou  of  my  esteem. 
Worthy  of  all  my  highest  praise. 

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2  All  upright  souls  thy  praise  proclaim, 
And  I'm  a  sharer  in  their  jo) ; 
O  did  the  world  but  know  thy  name, 
Thy  praise  would  all  the  world  employ, 

5  They*d  scorn  to  mingle  with  the  dust, 
And  leave  their  Saviour  far  behind. 
They'd  soon  assemble  with  the  just, 
And  strive  their  happiness  to  find. 

4  But,  Lord,  I  sink  with  conscious  shame. 

My  love  is  far  below  my  will ; 
Quicken  this  evangelic  flame, 
And  let  it  burn  more  lively  stilU 

5  Jesus,  whorn  I  adore  and  love, 

Increase  my  faith,  and  every  grace. 
Till  1,  with  all  thy  saints  abote, 
Behold  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 


LXXX. 

I^lll  remember  the  Works  of  the  Lord^  surely  I  vfill 
remetnber  thy  Wonders  of  old. — Psalm  Ixxvii.  11. 

1  Av^AY,  my  doubts,  be  gone,  my  fear, 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  appear, 

The  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought  ; 
O  how  delightful  is  the  thought! 

2  The  wonders -of  redeeming  love. 
When  first  my  heart  was  drawn  above; 
When  firs^  1  F.aw  my  Saviour's  face. 
And  triumph'd  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 


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3  Pursue,  my  thoughts,  this  pleasing  theme, 
'Twas  not  a  fancy  nor  a  dream ; 

*Twas  grace  descending  from  the  skies, 
And  shall  be  marv'llous  in  my  eyes. 

4  Long  had  I  mourned,  like  one  forgot, 
Long  had  my  soul  for  comfort  sought, 
Jesus  was  witness  to  my  tears, 

And  Jesus  sweetly  calm*d  my  fears. 

5  He  cleans'd  my  soul,  he  chang*d  my  dresS;, 
And  cloth'd  me  with  his  righteousness: 
He  spoke  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  I  rejoic'd  as  if  in  heaven, 

6  How  was  I  struck  with  sweet  surprize. 
While  glory  shone  before  my  eyes ! 
How  did  I  sing  from  day  to  day, 
And  wish'd  to  sing  my  soul  away ! 

7  The  world  with  all  its  pomp  withdrew, 
'Twas  less  than  nothing  in  my  view  ; 
Redeeming  love  was  all  my  theme. 
And  life  appear'd  an  idle  dream* 

S  I  gloried  in  my  Saviour*s  grace; 
I  sang  my  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
My  soul  now  long'd  to  soar  away. 
And  leave  her  tenement  of  clay. 

9  The  powers  of  hell  in  vain  combined. 
To  tempt  or  interrupt  m.y  mind ; 

1  saw,  and  sung  in  joyful  strains. 
The  monster  satan  held  in  chains. 

10  These  are  the  wonders  I  record. 

The  marvTious  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
O  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise, 
To  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace! 


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LZXXI. 

PP'ho  is  this  that  conuth  from  Udont,  tuiih  dyed  Garment^     | 
Jro7}i    Bozrah?  This    that  is  glorious    in   his  Apparel^ 
trwoelling  in  the  Greatness  of  bis  Strength^ — Isaiah  Ixiii.  1,     re 

1  V/ho  is  this  heavenly  person,  v/ho 

In  garments  d)  ed  methinks  I  see, 
That  conies  from  Edom,  drest  in  woe. 
That  comes  fr^m  Bozrah  unto  me  ? 

2  Glory  his  blood-stain'd  robe  adorns, 

His  body  tern  with  stripes  severe, 
Kis  sacred  head  beset  v/ith  thorns, 
His  soul  in  agonies  appear, 

o  *Tis  my  Redeemer  from  above, 

Jesus,  the  Saviour; — yes,  'tis  he: — 
Great  is  his  strength,  and  great  his  love  :— 
He  groan'd,  he  bled,  he  died  for  me. 

4  New  life  his  blood  and  wounds  afford, 

My  sins  have  made  his  sorrows  bleed> 
111  go  and  meet  my  dearest  Lord, 
And  tell  him  how  I  hate  the  deed. 

5  His  dying  iove  my  soul  constrains, 

Wiiile  thus  I  view  his  sufferings  o'er. 
To  hate  the  cause  of  all  his  pains, 
To  love  his  precepts  more  and  more. 

6  Nov/  I'm  engag'd  by  sacred  tics, 

I  charge  my  heart  no  more  to  stray 

FroTTi  him  who  dwells  above  the  skies, 

Nor  grlijvc,  nor  tempt  my  Lord  awa 


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/  counsel  thee  to  buy  of  me  Gold,  tried  in  the  FirCf  that 
thou  mayest  be  rich  ;  and  vjhite  jRai7nent,  that  thou 
Tiiayest  be  clothed;  and  anoint  thine  Eyes  with  Eye-salve, 
that  thou  7nayest  jee.— Revelations  iii.  18. 


1  Arise,  mv  soul,  to  Jesus  fly, 

And  cast  thv  fears  awav ; 
lie  will  thine  every  want  supply, 
Make  haste,  no  longer  stay, 

2  Look  how  he  stands,  and  smiles  to  give 

His  glory  and  his  grace; 
Hs  counsels  sinners  %o  receive 
His  robe  of  righteousness. 

3  Jesus  the  purest  gold  appoints 

T^  enrich  the  humble  poor  ; 
Who  with  his  heavenly  salve  anoints 
In  darkness  walks  no  more. 

4  Ye  drooping  souls  that  seek  the  Lord, 

Take  courage  and  believe, 
For  God  is  faithful  to  his  word,  ^.i 

Great  grace  you  shall  receive. 

5  The  wretched,  destitute,  and  blind 

Are  those  whom  Christ  invite, 
A  friend  in  him  they're  sure  to  find 
Whose  power  is  inHnite, 


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LXXXIII. 

LONGING  FOR  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

My  Soul  longethy  yea,  even  fainteth  for  the  Courts  of  the 
Lord. — Psalm  Ixxxiv.  2. 

1  My  God,  how  restless  is  my  mind! 

Pensive  I  lie  from  day  to  day. 
And,  loth  to  be  so  much  confin'd, 
I  sigh  my  lonely  hours  away. 

2  *Tis  for  thy  courts,  O  Lord,  I  long;    > 

When  shall  I  in  thy  house  appear  ? 
When  shall  I  join  the  waiting  throng. 
And  miix  in  humble  worship  there? 

3  I'd  praise  thee  for  the  meanest  place, 

To  stand  as  waiter  at  thy  gate ; 
Could  I  but  there  behold  thy  face, 
I'd  think  the  favor  truly  great. 

4  I  long  to  tread  that  happy  ground 

Where  oft  my  soul  has  richly  fed ; 
To  hear  the  gospel's  jojful  sound. 
To  taste  substantial,  living  bread. 

5  There  have  I  often  left  my  fears, 

When  I  have  gone  o'erwhelm'd  with  grief; 
There  have  I  left  my  wants  and  cares, 
And  in  returning  sung  relief. 

6  But  ROW  I'm'left  at  home  to  mourn, 

While  in  thy  courts  thy  saints  rejoice; 
I  pass  my  sabbaths  quite  alone, 
in  Sf^d  complaints  1  spend  my  voice. 


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7  Jesus,  do  thou  my  strength  renew; 

Remove  my  weakness,  heal  my  pain, 
That  1  may-  serve  and  praise  thee  too, 
O  bring  me  to  thy  house  again  ! 

8  O  bring  thyself  thy  graces  near, 

And  teach  my  soul  to  wait  thy  will; 
Then  shall  I  serve  and  praise  thee  here. 
And  own  thee  just  and  righteoiis  still. 


LXXXIV. 

GOING  TO  THE  LORD's  SUPPER  AFTER  LONG 

CONFINEMENT. 

1  Where  shall  I  go  but  to  my  Lord, 

Who  bled  and  died  that  I  might  live; 
O  let  me  now  attend  his  word. 

He  has  eternal  life  to  give,  < 

2  Come,  blessed  Spirit,  and  confine 

My  meditations  on  his  love  ; 
That  I  may  sing  of  gp*ace  divine. 
And  worship  him  like  those  above. 

3  My  thoughts  from  trifling  objects  turn* 

Give  me  the  conquest  over  pride; 
O  mav  I  look  on  him  and  mourn! 
For  him  I  pierc'd  and  crucified. 

4  O  for  the  eye  of  faith,  to  see 

My  Saviour  in  his  priestly  drass ; 
As  hanging  on  the  accursed  tree, 
To  w;ork  my  robe  of  righteousness* 


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5  Enter,  my  soul,  his  gates  with  prais«> 
And  thankfully  adore  his  name 
Whose  mercy  lengthens  out  thy  days, 
Whose  love  to  thee  is  still  the  same. 


LXXXV. 

There  it  at  Jerusalem  a  Pool  vthicb  is  coiled  Betbada* 

John  V.  2. 

1  O  COULD  I  to  Jeruslem  go. 
And  reach  Bethesda's  pool. 
There  the  afflicted  left  their  woe, 
The  wounded  were  made  whole. 

5  In  vain  my  wretched  ttnbelief 
Might  thus  for  ever  sigh ; 
Christ  is  the  source  of  all  relief. 
That  source  is  ever  nigh. 

3  See  how  his  blood  divine  doth  flow. 

How  plentiful  and  pure; 
I  need  not  to  Jerus'lem  go^ 
To  seek  a  better  cure. 

4  Here  is  a  fountain  deep  and  wide, 

A  fountain  rich  and  free ; 
With  healing  virtue  well  supplied. 
For  sinners  such  as  me. 

5  Now  let  me  rise  and  praise  his  name, 

And  plunge  into  this  flood ; 
I  need  not  wash  in  Jordan's  stream, 
WhiU  here  are  streams  of  Wood. 


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6  This  is  a  Pool  of  high  renown, 
Its  virtue  is  most  sure; 
Come,  sinners,  plunge  directly  dow», 
Receive  an  instant  cure. 


LXXXVL 

Prepare  to  meet  iby  GOD! — Amos  iv.  12. 

1  My  life  declines,  my  strength  is  gone, 

Disease  and  pains  prevail; 
Death  threatens  to  arrest  me  soon. 
My  heart  and  flesh  doth  fail. 

2  Soon  must  Heave  this  body  here, 

Soon  must  my  soul  away ; 
O  awful  thought! — my  soul,  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day  ! 

3  Soon  must  I  pass  the  solemn  test. 

How  soon,  my  judge  can  tell! 
When  he  with  smiles  shall  call  me  blest^ 
Or  frown  me  down  to  hell. 

4  O  how  shall  I  prepare  my  heart 

Eternal  life  to  gain ! 
Jesus,  thy  grace,  thy  strength  impart, 
Or  all  I  do  is  vain. 

5  I  catinot  for  one  sin  atone,— 

I  swell  with  pride  no  more ; 
All  the  best  duties  I  have  done 
IVe  reason  to  deplore. 

^  Jesus,  on  thee  alone  I  lean, 
Do  thou  my  soul  prepare  ; 
O  cleanse  my  heart  from  every  sin# 
And  fix  thy  dwelling  there. 


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7  Rcnew*d  and  justified  by  grace, 
Complete  I  then  shall  stand. 
Before  th'  Almighty  Father's  face, 
When  he  my  life  demand. 


LXXXVII. 
I  loathe  itf  I  'would  not  live  always.'-^  J  oh  vil.  15. 

1  When  will  my  sweet  release  be  sign'd. 

To  quit  this  house  of  clay  ? 
When  shall  my  spirit,  unconfinM, 
To  glory  wing  her  way  ? . 

2  O  how  I  loathe  this  mortal  life, 

I  hate  this  slavish  fear; 
I  long  to  end  this  tedious  strife 
With  sin  and  sorrow  here. 

3  I  long  to  see  a  smiling  God, 

In  everlasting  light; 
When  shall  I  reach  his  blest  abode, 
And  gain  the  enraptur'd  sight  ? 

4  My  tow*ring  thoughts  disdain  to  roll 

Amongst  these  earthly  toys; 
Jesus  is  dearer  to  my  soul 
Than  life  with  all  its  joys. 

5  Make  haste,  my  days,  fly  faster  still. 

And  bring  mc  to  the  place. 
To  that  delightful,  holy  hill, 
Where  Jesus  shews  his  face. 

6  Why  am  I  chained  to  earth  so  long,    * 

Exposed  to  every  snare  ? 
When  shall  I  join  the  heavenl/  throngs 
And  dvr^ell  for  ever  there. 


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LXXXVIII. 

0  that  I  had  Wings  like  a  Dove,  for  then  luould  IJly  ai^ay 

and  be  at  Rest, — I'salm  ly.  6. 

1  Of  rest  I  hear,  of  rest  I  talk. 

But  rest  I  cannot  see ; 
O  how  laborious  is  iTiy  work, 
Earih  has  no  rest  for  me. 

2  Hard  do  I  toil  with  sins  and  woes. 

With  unbelief  and  fears; 
Satan  doth  all  my  work  oppose. 
My  conch  is  wet  with  tears. 

3  Weary  with  watchfulness  I  mourn, 

And  long  to  be  away, 
Were  I  like  doves  on  pinions  borne, 
I'd  fly  without  delay. 

4  I*d  nnount  above  this  earthly  ball. 

And  make  my  way  to  God  ; 
Fain  would  I  rest  my  weary  soul 
In  his  supreme  abode, 

5  But,  why,  impatience,  dost  thou  rise  ? 

Depart,  thou  source  of  ill ! 
Why  should  T  fly  and  cleave  the  skies, 
Before  my  Father's  will? 

8  What  if  on  earth  I  yet  must  dwell. 
If  Jesus  is  bnt  near, 
Cheerful  Til  fight  with  sin  and  hell. 
And  overcome  niy  fear. 

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7  No  harm  can  come  within  the  bounds 
Which  his  own  handa  have  set; 
My  soul  shall  hidis  beneath  his  wounds, 
And  find  a  safe  retreat. 


LXXXIX. 

LONGING  TO  BE  DISSOLVED. 

1  O  WHAT  a  vain  and  empty  world  is  this ! 

And  must  I  travel  on  this  barren  ground ! 
It  can  afford  no  true,  substantial  bliss; 
Nothing  but  sin  and  sorrow's  to  be  found. 

2  How  little  do  I  here  enjoy  of  God! 

At  dissolution  I  could  now  rejoice; 
I  long  to  leave  this  gloomy,  dark  abode, 
And  bid  farewell  to  earth  and  all  its  noise. 

3  Fain  would  I  sing,—"  Farewell  vain  world,  adieu! 

**  Farewell  to  all  the  allurements  to  sin  : 
"  Farewell  my  friends !— a  short  farewell  to  you : 
**  We  part  awhile,— but  soon  shall  meet  again. 

4  **  Farewell  to  pains,  to  weakness,  and  '  >  cares ; 

*«  Farewell  reproach,  and  poverty,  a    1  shame; 
"  Farewell  to  sickness,  misery,  and  terrs; 
"  Farewell  rcvilers  of  my  worthless  name  ;'* — 

6  Come  death,  thou  welcome  messenger,  appear, 
I  would  embrace  thee  v/ith  extended  arms; 
T'  unite  the  silken  bands  that  hold  me  here, 

Instead  of  horror  thou  shalt  come  with  charms. 

6  My  sin  is  pardon*d,  and  thy  sting  is  gone, 

I  sing  the  vict'ry  througl^  my  Saviour's  blood: 
Eager  I  pant  for  my  celestial  crown; 
O  when  shall  I  appear  before  my  Godl 


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xc. 

LONGING  FOR  GLORY. 

f"  Haste  that  delightful,  awful  day, 

When  this  my  soul  shall  leave  her  clay, 
Mount  up  and  make  her  last  remove. 
And  join  the  church  of  Christ  above. 

i  Vain  world!  what  are  your  toys  to  me? 
'Tis  Jesus  that  I  want  to  see: 
I*d  leave  my  friends,  my  life,  my  all. 
And  thus  address  this  earthly  ball  :— 

5  "  Farewell,  no  more  I  tread  your  ground, 
^    **  No  niore  I  need  the  gosi)el  sound; 

**  My  feet  have  reach  d  the  heavenly  shore, 
**  I  know  no  imperiection  more. 

^  "  Let  friends  no  more  my  sufferings  mourn, 
<<  Nor  view  my  relicks  with  concern; 
**  O  cease  to  drop  the  pitying  tear, 
**  l*m  got  beyond  the  reach  of  fear.*'— 

5  Through  tribulation  sharp  and  long 
I'm  brought  to  join  the  sinless  throng; 
Glory  to  God  for  every  woe, 

For  every  pain  I  felt  below. 

6  All  glory  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 

My  robes  are  spotless  through  his  blood; 
'Tis  through  his  free  and  sov'reign  grace 
I  now  behold  his  blissful  face. 

7  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 
In  glory  infinite  to  reign; 

,  To  him  unceasing  praise  be  given, 
-    By  all  on  earth,  and  all  ^  heaven. 

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xci. 


1  Nov/  have  I  spent  in  sighs  and  tears 
A  tedious  series  of  years; 
Oft  have  I  sought  a  kind  release. 
But,  ah!  my  sorrows  still  increase.  } 

2  Through  my  whole  frame  my  weakness  gro\r. 
Sickness  and  pain  increasing  loo. 

Troubles  on  every  side  await,  ] 

And  woes  insuperably  great. 

5  Where  is  the  pity  of  a  God  ? 

See,  how  I  groan  benea  h  his  rod! 
How  long  will  he  in  wrath  chastise. 
And  disregard  my  mournful  cries  ? 

4  Opprest,  impatient,  lo!   ;  cry. 
And  wish,  and  pray,  and  long  to  die; 
When  wilt  thou,  death,  these  eyelids  close^ 
And  set  me  free  from  all  my  woes  ? 

5  Thus  did  my  discontented  heart 
From  God  through  unbelief  depart ; 
Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  saw  me  stray, 
And  drew  my  thoughts  a  different  way. 

6  Why  do  I  droop,  and  pine,  and  faint  ? 
Why,  O  my  soul,  this  rash  complaint? 
Be  still,  lest  thou  the  Lord  provoke. 
And  urge- from  him  a  heavier  stroke. 

7  Shall  one  so  vile  as  I  complain  ? 
1,  that  deserve  eternal  pain  ; 
Shall  I  arraign  the  Almighty  here. 
And  charge  him  with  a  haind  Bevere ! 


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S  No  :  'tis  in  mercy,  now  I  see, 
Each  woe  is  sent  that  troubles  nne; 
'Tis  for  some  good,  some  gracious  end,- 
'Tis  from  my  Father  and  my  Friend. 

9  *Tis  he, — the  infinitely  good, 

The  great,  the  just,  the  holy  God!— 
Peace,  then,  my  soul!  thy  grief  remove, 
Thine  is  a  God  of  truth  and  love. 

10  Is  this  his  way  to  purge  my  dross  ? 
Then  let  me  welcome  every  cross ! 
Let  unbelifrf  no  more  repine. 
Nor  spurn  at  goodness  so  divine. 

11  With  shame  I  wipe  away  my  tears. 
And  cast  on  God  my  grief  and  fears; 
My  soul  lies  prostrate  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  that  all  his  ways  are  just. 


XCII. 

I  aTTi  ajiicted  and  ready  to  die  from  my  youth  up. 

Psalm  Ixxxviii.  15, 

1  Hovv  are  my  powers  all  tun'd  to  mourn 

O'er  my  afflicted  lot' 
Up  from  my  youth  my  health  is  gone, 
And  pleasure  is  forgot. 

2  How  are  my  blooming  years  disgrac'd 

With  pains  and  heavy  cares! 
How  is  my  sprightliness  defac'd 
With  sighs,  and  groa»§,  and  tears ! 

H3 


3  How  is  my  envy  prone  to  rise 

When  I  the  healthy  view; 
How  do  I  raise  my  plaintive  cries. 
And  wish  for  soundness  too. 

4  If  all  the  earth  could  be  my  lot. 

With  all  its  glittering  wealth, 
I'd  not  withhold  the  smallest  spot. 
But  give  it  all  for  health. 

5  If  gold  could  but  my  health  restore, 

And  set  me  free  from  pain, 
I'd  beg  the  boon  from  door  to  door, 
And  purchase  health  again. 

6  But  where  is  now  my  humble  trust 

In  God's  almighty  voice  ? 
Whv  do  I  think  of  veliow  dust. 
Which  often  health  destroys  ? . 

7  How  vain  are  all  the  drugs  and  skill 

Of  great  physicians  here  ! 
If  God  denies  a  blessing  still 
I  languish  in  their  care. 

8  Jesus  with  whom  compassions  dwell. 

And  power  to  w^ound  and  heal, 
Speak  thou  the  word,  and  I  am  well, 
Distress  no  more  I  feel. 

9  Speak,   Lord,  and  thou  shalt  have  the  praise, 

In  mercy  set  me  free  ; 
So  shall  the  remnant  of  my  days 
Be  spent  alone  lo  thee. 


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XCIII.  ' 

Lordf  r  am  oppressed,  uidertah  for  Tne. — Isaialj 

xxxviii,  14, 

1  Jesus,  my  Advocate  and  King;, 

Of  power  omnipotent  possest. 
To  thee  my  tyery  woe  I  bring, 

Who  undertakes  fv)r  souls  opprest. 

2  Lord,  I'm  opprest  with  pains  and  cares, 

Opprest  widi  sin,  opprest  with  grief, 
Opprest  with  unbelief  and  fears, 
O  undertake  to  send  relief. 

5  My  heart  is  hard  and  stubborn  still, 
Foolish  and  vain  my  thoughts  arise; 
O  condescend  to  bow  my  will, 
O  undertake  to  make  me  wise. 

4  Great  Mediator,  now  appear. 

Let  me  thy  full  s3lvation  know; 
O  manifest  thy  power  here, 

And  lay  me  at  thy  footstool  low. 

5  Jesus,  I  leave  my  cause  with  thee, 

Plead  thy  dear  wounds  before  the  throne; 
O  intercede  with  God  for  me. 

And  shov/er  these  needful  blessings  down. 


XCIV. 

0  my  Godf  I  am  ashamed,  and  blus'h  to  lift  up  my  Face 

to  thee, — Ezra  ix.  6. 

1  Let  me  lie  prostrate  on  the  ground, 

And  veil  my  blushing  face, 
So  deep,  so  dreadful  is  my  wound, 
I  seek  a  hiding  phce. 


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2  'Twas  sin  that  made  this  wound  in  me,  | 

Then  let  me  hate  its  name ; 
'Twas  sin,  O  whither  shall  I  flee  I 
I  lie  confus'd  in  shame. 

3  Ashamed  to  lift  my  face  to  God, 

So  great  my  crimes  appear  : 
I  dread  the  vengeance  of  his  rod. 
His  furious  wrath  I  fear. 

4  What  am  I  in  Jehovah's  hand? 

The  sacred  page  will  tell :  .  v 

He  can  at  once  my  soul  demand, 
And  sink  it  down  to  hell. 

5  Well  may  I  tremble  at  his  power. 

He's  holy,  just,  and  wise; 
Why  has  he  spar'd  me  to  this  hour. 
Whose  guilt  for  vengeance  cries  I 

6  Let  his  long  sufFering  love  and  grace 

Each  grateful  thought  employ, 
Which  far  more  willingness  displays 
To  save  than  to  destroy. 

T  Jesus  yet  stands  before  the  throne. 
And  pleads  for  sinners  there; 
Then  let  me  lean  on  him  alone 
Till  he  subdues  my  fear. 

8  By  faith  in  him  I'll  now  presume 
To  lift  my  eyes  to  heaven; 
He  will  my  secret  groans  perfume^ 
And  shew  my  sins  forgiven. 


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xcv. 

It'cill  speah  in  the  Bitterness  of  my  Soul. -^J oh  x.  It, 

1  In  this  extreme  distress  of  soul. 
How  can  I  but  complain  ? 
I  can  no  more  my  speech  controul. 
No  more  from  tears  refrain. 

2   Great  is  mv  anj^uish,  deep  my  grief, 
O  whither  shall  I  flee  ? 
Far  is  my  soul  from  all  relief. 
No  help  on  earth  1  see. 

3  My  spirits  and  my  strength  are  gone^ 
And  I  from  day  to  day 
Sit  quite  discons  >lare,  alone. 
And  sigh  my  hours  away. 

4  O  grievous  lot!   O  heavy  woe! 

Must  I  this  cross  sus'ain 

So  long  as  I  a  feeling  know, 

So  long  as  life  remain  ? 

5  Why  do  my  sorrows  yet  increasCj 

And  flow  on  every  side  ? 
Why  is  my  soul  depriv'd  of  peace? 
Of  comfort  why  denied  ? 

6  Why  am  I  chas'en'd  every  day? 

My  nighrs  why  spent  in  pain  ? 
Why  should  deliverance  longer  stay? 
Are  all  my  prayers  vain? 

7  Why  so  mysterious  are  thy  ways. 

And  dreadful  in  my  sight  ? 
Shew  me,  that  I  may  lisp  thy  praise. 
And  serve  thee  with  delight. 


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9  O  chase  this  darkness  from  my  mind. 
And  raise  my  thoughts  above, 
That  I  may  full  salvation  find. 
And  celebrate  thy  lore. 


xcvr. 

Surely  I  atn  more  brutish  than  (2«y.'— Proverbs  XXX,  2. 

1  Bring  all  the  brutish  and  unwise, 

Who  neither  know  nor  love 
That  God  who  made  the  earth  and  skies* 
Who  reigns  supreme  above; 

2  Set  forth  their  base  ingratitude 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
rd  mingle  with  this  hateful  brood. 
As  vilest  of  the  crew. 

S  Alas !  they  never,  never  felt 

The  power  of  quick'ning  grace; 
They  never  saw  their  nature's  guilt. 
Nor  felt  their  helplessness. 

4'  They  ne'er  enjoyed  a  Saviour's  love; 
They  ne'er  convers'd  with  heaven; 
Ne'er  heard  Jehovah  from  above 
Pronounce  their  sins  forgiven. 

5  But  I  these  mercies  have  enjoy'd 
In  wisdom's  sacred  ways : 
Then  how  were  all  my  powers  employed 
In  grateful  strains  of  praise ! 

$  Jesus,  I  knew,  endur'd  my  shame 
Upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
How  did  I  venerate  his  name 
Who  suffer 'd  there  for  me  \ 


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7  My  heart  awhile  with  ardor  burn'd^ 

The  grace  I  could  not  hide. 
Yet  I  to  sin  again  returned. 
And  all  his  work  denied. 

8  Now  let  me  take  the  lowest  place. 

And  chide  my  brutish  heart, 
Which  thus  abus'd  the  richest  grace 
That  Mercy  could  impart. 

9  Here  is  ingratitude  indeed, 

In  all  its  deepest  stains ; 
Here  let  my  sorrows  ever  feed 
While  life  and  breath  remains. 

10  Yes :  I'll  repent  till  Jesus  smile. 

And  shews  my  sins  forgiven  ; 
I'll  mourn  ingratitude  so  vile,^- 
If  possible,— in  heaven, 

XCVII. 

Ji^ide  one  under  the  Shadov)  of  thy  Witigs. — Psalm  xvii.  8* 

1  Jesus,  my  Hiding-place  thou  art. 

My  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  All; 
My  mis'ries  swell,  O  take  my  part ; 
In  mercy  save  me,  or  I  fall. 

My  soul  is  overwhelm'd  with  grief. 

My  heart  with  sorrows  well  nigh  broke ; 

Haste  and  appoint  some  kind  relief, 
Or  I  must  die  beneath  the  stroke. 


3  Pity  niy  weakness,  O  my  God, 
My  woes  unable  to  sustain  ; 
Lighten  the  great,  the  heavy  load, 
-  And  mix  some  pleasure  with  my  pain, 


4  Leave  not  my  drooping  soul  alone. 

Lest  I  dishonor  thy  great  name; 
Lest  satan  naock  my  doleful  moan, 
And  laugh  exulting  o'er  my  shame. 

5  Hide  me,  I  tremble  at  thy  power, 

I  fear  thy  rod,  thou  King  of  kings. 
Hide  me,   till  all  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


XCVIII. 

Ke  Villi  regard  the  Prayer  of  the  Destitute.- — Psalm  c;i*  l^. 

1  How  suitable  this  word  to  me, 

A  destitute,  distressed  worm! 
Lord,  I  will  make  my  moan  to  thee; 
Do  thou  thy  promise  now  perform. 

2  Hear  me,  for  I  am  destitute, 

Oppress'd  with  grief  and  heavy  woes; 
Do  not  despise  my  humble  suit, 
For  I  in  thee  my  trust  repose. 

3  I  can  to  none  but  thee  com, plain, 

O  let  thy  faithfulness  appear; 
Look  with  compassion  on  my  pain, 
And  bring  thy  tender  mercies  near. 

4  Regard  me  in  my  low  estate, 

Perplex'd  and  griev'd  on  every  side; 
Helpless  and  poor,  my  wants  are  great. 
Lei  them  by  thee  be  all  su  ^plied. 

5  On  thee  alone  for  help  I  call, 

I'll  trust  an  arm  of  flesh  no  more ; 
Fain  would  I  make  my  God  my  all. 
But  thou,  my  God,  must  give  the  power. 


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6  O  let  thy  Spirit  now  descend, 

And  work  a  stronger  faith  within^ 
Be  thou  my  Father  and  my  Fricnd> 
And  now  eternal  life  bring  in. 


XCIX. 

Let  the  Sighing  vfthe  Prisoners  come  before  thee. 

Psalm  Ixxix.  11. 

1  To  thee,  my  God.  I  make  my  moan, 
Lend  ihou  a  gracious  ear: 
Let  every  sigh,  let  every  groan. 
Before  thy  throne  appear. 

%  For  friends  my  sorrows  swell  too  high. 
My  woes  they  cannot  bear; 
Helpless  and  destitute  1  lie. 

Exposed  to  every  snare. 

* 

3  Whilst  then,  O  Lord,  my  soul  forsake, 

I  must  indulge  my  grief; 
O  let  my  heart  wiih  sorrow  break, 
So  1  may  gain  rehef. 

4  If  here  I  must  not  see  thy  face. 

Be  life  no  longer  given ; 
Finish  at  once  thy  work  of  grace, 
And  take  me  up  to  heaven. 

5  Kaste,  Lord,  my  soul  is  all  distress^, 
Liistracring  fears  arise; 

O  let  thy  bosom  be  my  rest, 
-    No  other  can  suffice. 

I 


9§ 

6  Come,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  come, 
How  tedious  is  thy  stay ! 
I  long  till  thou  shalt  take  me  home, 
And  send  my  fears  away. 


C. 


Turn  thee  unto  Wf ,  and  have  Mercy  upon  met  Jor  I  am 
desolate  and  afflicted. — Psalm  xxv.  16. 

1  O  God,  how  mournful  is  my  case! 

How  high  my  sorrows  rise  1 
Shew  me  again  thy  smiling  face. 
And  hear  my  doleful  cries. 

2  How  great  my  weakness  and  my  pain! 

How  far  from  all  relief! 
No  friend  to  hear  my  soul  complain. 
Or  mitigate  my  grief. 

3  Near  to  the  gate  of  death  I  lie. 

And  fear  to  enter  in : 
Hear  me,  O  God,  before  I  die. 
And  cheer  my  soul  again. 

4  Doth  God  in  wrath  my  soul  abhor  ? 

Why  am  I  thus  distrest  ? 
For  Jesus*  sake,  thy  hand  withdraw, 
And  give  my  spirit  rest. 

5  Turn  unto'  me  thy  gracious  eye, 

O  thou  eternal  God  ! 
Before  I  faint,  before  I  die 
Ben^atli  thy  chastening  rod. 


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6  While  o'er  thy  fainting,  dying  dust, 

The  rising  billows  roll, 
Help  me  to  make  thy  name  my  trust; 
And  cheer  my  drooping  soul. 

7  While  I  exert  my  feeble  powers. 

And  send  my  groans  above, 
Lighten,  O  Lord,  my  gloomy  hours. 
With  thy  forgiving  love. 


CL 

/  naould  seek  unto  God,  and  unto  God  ^auld  I  ccmmit  '>ny 
Cause,  Huhich  doeth  great  T'hings,  and  unsearchable i 
7narvellous  Things  without  number.— Joli  Y.  8,  9f 

1  To  God  I'd  seek  in  each  distress^ 
To  God  I'd  find  a  near  access; 
He  has  an  arm  which  can  sustain, 
And  he  allows  mie  to  complain. 

2  He  never  gave  my  soul  a  charge 
Not  on  my  sorrows  to  enlarge; 
He  bids  me  bring  miy  troubles  near. 
And  speak  without  reserve  or  fear» 

3  Welcome  I  am  in  ev'ryx:ase 

To  meet  him  at  his  throne  of  grace ;  . 
He  will  not  one  complaint  oppose. 
Nor  tire  while  I  repeat  my  woes. 

4  O  for  a  supplicating  frame. 

For  stronger  faith  in  Jesus'  name!  ^^ 

Lord,  take  each  obstacle  away. 
My  soul  would  now  in  earnest  pray. 


1 

lOO  J 

3  'Tvras  from  thine  hand  my  trials  came,  1 

Thine  hand  can  soon  remove  the  sam«;  ■ 

Thou  art  a  wonder-working  God,  j 

And  taithfuhiess  attends  thy  rod.-  ! 

6  Thou  dost  what  none  can  imitate,  | 

Things  as  unsearchable  as  great:  j 

Thy  marvellous,  mysterious  ways  i 

Tjranscendi  while  they  demand,  all  praise«  i 


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Tijt  Cup  Vibicb  my  Father  bath  given  me,  ihaU  I  n0 
drink  />.?— John  xviii.  11. 

2  Is  this  unpleasant  c\ip  now  given 

By  thee,  my  Father,  Lord  of  heaven? 

0  let  me  then  in  silence  stand, 
And  meekly  take  it  at  thine  hani 

3  If  thou  wilt  help  me  to  believe 

1  can  this  bitter  draught  receive; 

Though  mix'd  with  wormwood  and  with  gall, 
My  soul  in  faith  can  drink  it  all. 

S  Thou  know'st  I  am  but  feeble  dust. 

Too  apt  thy  goodness  to  mistrust;  ^ 

But  let  not  darkness  veil  my  mind. 
Let  me  not  think  my  God  unkind. 

4  Still,  Saviour,  let  me  see  thy  face* 
And  rest  my  soul  in  thine  embrace  ; 
Send  down  fresh  cordials  from  above, 
And  mix  this  woe  with  signs  of  iovc» 


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5  Dost  thou  not  bare  thy  children's  grief  ^^ 
Then  I  from  thee  shall  gain  relief ; 
Yes,  by  thy  grace  and  love  divine. 
Though  all  unworthy,  I  am  thine. 

6  Vengeance  is  not  prepared  for  me. 
My  cup  of  wrath  was  drank  by  thee ; 
O  let  my  soul  forbear  to  frown, 
And  drink  this  milder  mixture  down, 

7  Lord,  while  its  bitter  flavor  last, 
Let  thy  rich  love  be  my  repast  j 
Oft  as  the  taste  returns,  again 
Let  heavenly  joy  absorb  the  pain. 


cin. 

Why  art  thou  cast  doiiony  O  my  Sou!,  and  «ru/6y  art  thou 
disquieted  ivithin  one  ;  hope  thou  in  God,  for  I  shall  yet 
praise  him.- — Psalm  xlii.  11. 

1  Why  thus  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Why  dost  thou  yield  to  fear. 
And  ponder  o'er  the  roll 
Of  guilt  and  darkness  here  ? 
Shake  off  thy  grief, 

And  soar  above, 
There's  sure  relief 
In  sovereign  love. 

2  Why  do  I  thus  complain 

And  bow  my  drooping  head  ? 
Gheer  up,  my  soul,  again, 
Thy  Saviour  is  »ot  dead : 

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Jeans,  thy  Lord, 
Is  still  the  same. 

Believe  his  word, 
And  trust  his  name* 

3  What  though  he  hides  his  face, 

Nor  will  one  smile  afford, 
Thou  yet  may'st  plead  his  grace, 
And  venture  on  his  word: 
Still  all  thy  trust 
On  him  repose, 
•  And  own  him  just 

in  all  thy  woes. 

4  Why  should  distressing  thoughts, 

Why  should  distracting  cares 
Still  aggravate  thy  faults. 
And  urge  thy  flowing  tears  ? 
No  longer  fight 

Against  his  rod; 
But  still  delight 
And  hope  in  God. 


CIV. 

Will  the  Lord  cast  off  for  ever^  and  ii}iil  he  be  fwsorahk 
no  ??i':>re?— Psalm  Ixxvii.  7. 

1  Jesus,  when  I  can  see  thy  face,  j 
And  feel  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 
1  can  all  outward  woes  sustain, 
And  own  thee  just  in  every  pain. 

2  But,  O  how  high  my  sorrows  rise. 
How  sad,  how  doleful  are  my  cries, 
How  insuppor  able  my  smart 
When  thou  refuse  to  cheer  my  heart! 


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3  The  frowns,  of  fnends  whom  I  revere 
Ivlay  cause  my  eyes  to  drop  a  tear  : 
But  the  displ?a<5ure  of  mv  God 
Proves  to  my  soul  tlie  sharpest  rod. 

4  Lord,  wherefore  dost  thou  hide  thy  face; 
Whvdost  th-^u  still  withhold  thv  8:race? 
I  ask,— while  I  my  sins  deplore,— 

Is  mercy  gone  for  evermore  ? 

5  Will  God  no  more  regard  my  woes  ? 
2To  more  sus^ain  ?  No  more  compose  ? 
What! — am  1  from  his  presence  drove. 
No  more  to  taste  or  feel  his  love  ? 

6  Jesus,  I  still  resolve,  by  grace, 

To  trust  thy  word,  and  seek  thy  face^ 
Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  plead  thy  c^re. 
And,  if  I  must,  1 11  perish  there. 


CV. 
Chastened  and  ::ot  killed  —2  Corinthians  vi.  9. 

1  Cha.sten''d  I  am  from  day  to  day. 

From  year  to  year  I  groan; 
When  \V\\\  my  troubles  cease  or  stay! 
When  will  my  griefs  be  goi*ie? 

2  Such  pain  and  sickness  wastes  my  strength, 

Such  v/eakness  bovv'S  me  down  ; 
My  spirit  dreads  the  tedious  lengthy 
As  morn  and  night  comes  on. 

3  Anxious  I  wish,  v/ith  sad  concern, 

To  end  these  gloomy  days ; 
When  will  my  Lord  again  return. 
And  fill  my  mouth  with  praise  ? 


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4  In  faithfulness  hath  he  not  said 
He  will  not  always  chide  ? 
Then  let  me  raise  my  drooping  head, 
And  in  his  word  confide, 

6  He  will,  ill  mercy,  yet  return, 
Though  now  he  hides  his  face : 
I  shall  not  always  chasten'd  mourn, 
His  word  insures  my  peace. 

6  My  .suffering  time  will  soon  be  o*er. 
Soon  shall  my  soul  away; 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  sin  no  more, 
But  sing  through  endless  day. 


CVI. 

Ife  restoreth  my  Sovl,  he  leadeth  me  i?i  the  Paths  q} 
Righteousness.'^  Psalm  xxiii,  3. 

i  Now  shall  my  soul  adore  the  grace, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  that  love 
\Vhich  bid  me  seek  Jeliovsih's  face, 
Which  first  allur'd  iny  thoughts  above. 

2  Lord,  I  confess  my  wandering  ways, 

And  chide  my  vile,  backsliding  hearty 
I  mingle  grief  with  humble  praise, 

And  mourn  my  sins  with  inward  smarts 

3  Thy  pard'ning  mercy  I  embrace. 

And  waft  ten  thousand  thanks  above, 
ilej Dicing  in  restoring  grace. 

Triumphant  iu  recovering  love* 


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4  To  thee,  thou  Holy,  Just,  and  True, 

(Rais'd  from  the  borders  of  the  grave) 
I  dedicate  myself  anew. 

And  testify  thy  p  )wer  to  save. 

5  The  paths  of  righteousness  I'll  tread 

So  long  as  life  to  me  is  given: 
Jesus  will  help  in  every  need, 

Till  through  his  love  I  enter  heaven. 

6  Then,  when  I  reach  those  blissful  plains 

Where  seraphs  vie  to  shout  his  praise^ 
I  too,  in  their  exalted  strains, 
-For  ever  shall  extol  his  grace. 


CVIL 

'  JBTe  fnaketb  me  to  lie  do^n  in  green  Pctsturcsy  he  leadeth 
vie  beside  the  still  waters. — Psalm  xxiii.  2, 

1  Jesus  my  mourning  soul  doth  lead. 
And  tells  me  where  m^  faith  must  feed. 
Strait  I  behold  his  love  divine, 
And  hear  him  whisper, — '*  I  am  thine. 

\  am  thv  Rock,  thy  Hiding-place, 
'  Come  view  the  riches  of  mv  grace  !-^ 
'*  On  me  I  took  thy  guilt  and  shame, ' 
'*  Obey'd  and  sufTer'd  in  thy  name. 

•Twas  for  thy  sins, — it  was  for  thee 
'*  I  hung  upon  the  accursed  tree: 
'*  Come,  feast  upon  my  bleeding  love, 
"  And  let  my  grace  thy  grief  remove!"— 


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4  My  mourning  now  shall  turn  to  praise, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
Awake  my  soul,  and  heart,  and  tongue. 
Praise  him  to  whom  all  praise  belong  ! 

5  How  sweet  the  pastures  where  I  rove ! 
How  rich  the  fruits  of  Jesu*s  love  I 
Here  would  my  soul  for  ever  stay, 
No  more,  my  Shepherd,  let  me  stray. 

6  Lord,  let  me  never  change  my  place. 
Till  I  behold  thee  face  to  face ; 
And  when  I  join  the  sinless  throng 
Wonder  and  love  shall  tune  my  song. 


cvm. 

I  bear  in  my  Body  the  Marks  of  the  Lord  ^esus. 

Galatians  vi.  17. 

1  Though  I  of  sinners  am  the  chief, 
Marks  I  sustain  of  Jesus'  grief ; 
To  his  my  woes  some  likeness  bear. 
And  in  his  sufferings  I  share. 

2  Was  he  in  grief  forsook  by  all, 
Contemned  and  scorn 'd  by  great  and  small? 
I  too  in  silent  sadness  mourn, 

Revil'd,  despised,  and  left  alone. 

3  Did  he  in  poverty  appear? 
This  is  a  badge  I  daily  wear. 
Did  persecution  hinn  pursue  ? 
Behold,  I'm  persecuted  too. 


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4  Did  he  for  sins  on  others  found 
Receive  a  deep,  a  mortal  wound  I 
In  me  this  mark  is  also  known, 

I  smart  for  follies  not  my  own. 

5  Was  he  with  sore  temptations  vex'dl  '■ 
With  sad  suggestions  I'm  perplex'd.     ' 

His  life  was  one  sad  scene  of  woe : 
Mine  is  a  scene  of  sorrow  too. 

6  But  let  me  sink  with  conscious  shame 
Before  the  great,  eternal  Name : 
Let  me  my  pride  and  boasting  quell. 
And  mourn,  while  I  the  difference  telL 

7  Though  Jesus  did  in  sorrows  roll, 
Holy  and  sinless  was  his  soul ; 
But  I,  a  wretch,  conceiv'd  in  sin. 
Am  all  unholy  and  unclean. 

8  How  did  the  suffering  Saviour  shine 
In  love  and  meekness  all  divine ! 
But  my  impatient,  wretched  heart. 
Is  prone  at  every  cross  to  start, 

9  What  though  by  others*  sins  I'm  pain'd. 
By  me  their  guilt  is  not  sustain'd : 

But  Christ  beneath  his  Father's  frown 
Suffer'd  for  others*  sins  alone. 

10  He  is  Supreme  of  heaven  and  earth  ; 
I  am  a  worm,  and  nothing  worth : 
Life  for  the  dead  his  sufferings  bought. 
But  mine,  alas !  can  merit  nought. 

11  Like  his,  such  agonizing  pain 
No  mortal  ever  could  sustain : 

Then  blush,  my  soul,  from  hence  forbeaJti 
WithChrist'a  ^fflicUQDis  to  compare. 


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CIX. 


I  wiil  look  to  the  Lordy  I  n:oill  Viait  for  the  God  of  my 
Sahation,  7n,y  God  viiU  hear  me. — Micah  vi%  7, 

1  My  God!—- for  I  can  call  thee  mine,— 

My  Father  and  my  Friend; 
Am  I  not  thine,  for  ever  thine?— 
To  thee  my  groans  ascend. 

2  When  helpers  fail  on  every  hand 

1  look  to  thee,  O  Lord, 
My  doubts  and  fears  through  faith  withstand, 
Ai.d  trust  thy  faithful  word. 

3  In  all  my  straits,  in  all  my  woes. 

For  thee,  my  God,  I  wait? 
My  soul  can  all  her  trust  repose 
On  faithfulness  so  great. 

4  My  God! — how  pleasing  is  the  sound!— 

What  can  I  wish  for  more? 
In  thee,  iin  God,  my  soul  has  found 
An  everlasting  store. 

5  My  God,— I  still  repeat  the  cry,— 

Bring  thy  salvation  near; 
My  Gcd,  do  thou  my  wants  supply, 
And  inaniftst  thy  care, 

6  My  Gcd  will. hear  me  when  I  call; 

hi)  Goa  will  send  relief:  i 

While  thou,  my  Gcd,  art  All  in  All 
I  ciirmot  yitld  to  grief. 


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7  This  word  can  lighten  ever}'- care  ;— 

While  I  can  say, — My  God, — 
Fulness  in  poverty  I  share 
And  satisfying  food. 

8  Eternal  thanks  to  thy  great  name. 

Whose  grace  hath  made  me  thine; 
Nothing  shall  put  my  soul  to  shame 
While  I  can  call  thee  mine. 

9  Let  grateful  thanks  to  Jesus  rise, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood. 
Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice 
Kre  I  could  say, — My  God. 

10  Joyful  in  tribulation  now 

I  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Of  mercy,  and  of  judgment  too. 
With  cheerful  voice  I  sing. 

11  My  God,  thou  hast  rebuk'd  my  fears. 

They  fled  at  thy  command ; 
I  leave  my  soul  with  all  her  cares 
In  thine  almighty  hand. 


ex. 

In  ever)/  thin^  ghe  Thanks,  for  this  is  the  Will  of  God. 

1  Thessalonians  v.  18. 

1  I  THINK  my  table  richly  spread, 

And  bless  the  Lord  for  wholesome  bread, 

While  nothing  more  appears ; 
With  this  I  am  not  left  to  starve, 
This  is  far  more  than  I  deserve, 

And  better  than  my  fears. 


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2  I  fear*d  lest  discontent  should  turn, 
And  cause  iny  appetite  to  spurn 

Against  a  meal  so  dry ; 
But,  sanctified  by  prayer,  'tis  sweet, 
More  so  than  all  the  sav'ry  meat 

That  dainty  sinners  buy. 

3  My  Ood,  how  infinitely  kind 
Art  thou,  to  reconcile  my  mind 

To  all  thy  sovereign  will ! 
Content  with  nothing  i  shall  be 
If  I  may  but  converse  wiuh  thee. 

And  have  thy  presence  still. 

4  No  one  shall  hear  my  tongue  complain. 
If  thou  my  spirit  wilt  sustain, 

And  fill  my  soul  with  peace; 
My  gratitude  shall  still  ascend, 
I'll  love  and  praise  thee  to  the  end. 

Till  all  my  wants  shall  cease. 

5  Hur^bly  for  those  I'd  intercede 
Who  suffer  poverty  and  need, 

Wi'-hout  contentment  given: 
O  teach  theni  by  their  wants  to  pray, 
And  then  do  thou  thy  power  display, 

Aiid  send  them  bread  from  heaven. 

6  In  earnest  I  would  bear  in  mind 
The  poor,  the  sick,  the  long-confin'd, 

With  such  I  sympathize; 
^     To  such  I  feel  compassion  move, 
To  such  I  would  appear  in  love, 
Ard  wipe  their  weeping  eyes. 


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7  O  may  their  sorrows  sweetly  lead 
Their  hungry,  Faintii^g  souls  to  feed 

On  Christ,  the  living  Bread ; 
So  shall  they  patiently  endure, 
And  find  their  happiness  secure 

In  him,  their  living   Head, 

8  Come,  O  ye  helpless  and  distress'd,- 
Lean  on  st  Saviour's  loving  breast. 

In  him  there's  sweet  repose  ; 
He  will  support,  he  will  sustain^ 
He'll  bear  a  part  in  every  pain. 

And  sanctify  your  woes. 

9  The  time  is  short,  you  soon  shall  rise,  . ,. 
And  bid  farewell  to  weeping  eyes, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  shore ; 
O  pleasing  thought — my  soul,  prepare 
To  meet  thy  fellow-sufferers  there. 

And  aid  them  to  adore. 

10  There  shall  our  now-complaining  souls 

Drink  of  those  overflowing  bowls  j 

Of  God's  unchanging  love; 


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There  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head, 
Shall  feed  us  with  delicious  bread, 
And  all  our  wants  remove. 


CXI. 
RENOUNCING  THE  WORLD. 
1  Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys. 
Of  sinful  mirth,  and  carnal  joys, 

The  things  J  lov'd  before; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face,- 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

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2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Tell  me  no  more  of  ease  and  health, 

^       For  these  have  all  their  snares ; 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
But  see  my  name  enroU'd  in  heaven, 
And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  tow'rs, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bow*rs. 

For  these  are  trifling  things; 
The  little  room  for  me  design'd 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind. 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  sumptuous  feasts  and  gaudy  dress,  i 

Extravagance  and  waste; 
My  little  table,  only  spread 
With  wholesome  herbs  and  wholesome  bread. 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

5  Give  me  the  bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

And  faith  to  trust  the  Lord : 
IM  set  alone  from  day  to  day, 
Or  urge  no  company  to  stay. 

Nor  wish  to  rove  abroad. 


CXIL 

7'he  King  hath  brought  rue  into  his  Chambers ;  «iye  ivill  be 
glad  and  rejoice  in  thee;  ii'e  'will  remember  thy  Leve 
rtiore  than  Wine. — Canticles  i.  4, 

1  The  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings 
Into  his  secret  chamber  brings 
His  worshippers  sincere; 


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Then  their  enraptur'd  souls  rejoice, 
And  sing  his  praise  with  heart  and  voice, 
And  hold  communion  dear. 

2  To  me,  less  than  the  least  of  all. 
This  favor  comes,  when  faith  can  call 
On  God  for  quick'ning  grace  ; 
Draw  me," — my  soul  in  earnest  cried,- 
Draw  me,  my  God,  I  would  abide 
"  Alone  in  thine  embrace."— 

")  My  God,  in  mercy  heard  my  cry. 

And  sent  and  drew  my  thoughts  on  high 

I  nto  his  holy  place  ; 
I  enter'd,  but  with  holy  fear, 
And  saw  my  dear  Redeemer  there. 
And  feasted  on  his  grace  ! 

4  Jesus,  my  soul  shall  ne*er  forget 
A  favor  so  divinely  great : 

I'll  keep  thy  love  in  mind. 
And  prize  it  as  my  chiefcst  good, 
Above  my  necessary  foodj 

Above  the  richest  v/ine. 


CXIII. 

Aud  lest  I  should  be  exalted  abo=ce  Measure,  through  the 
Abundance  cftbe  Revelations^  there  v^as  given  to  me  a 
Thorn  in   the  Fleshy  the  Messenger  of  sat  an,  to  buffei 
one,  lest  I  should  be  exalted  above  Measure. — 2  Cor» 
xu.  7. 
1  Jesus  exalts  his  favorites  high, 
And  lifts  their  souls  above, 
When  drcst  in  "grace,  approaching  nigh, 
He  manifests  his  love. 

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2  Seasons  like  these  great  joy  create, 
Our  hearts  within  us  burn, 
Our  souls  oft  think,  in  such  a  state,* 
Might  will  no  more  return* — 


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'*  Jesus  is  come,  and  testifies 
*'  He  never  will  depart; 

*'  I  now  ani  spotless  in  his  eves, 
*'  And  welcome  to  his  heart. 


4  **  Much  of  his  grace  to  nne  is  given, 

"  What  happiness  I  feel ! 
*'  Cheerful  I'll  walk  the  road  to  heav'n, 
**  Nor  fear  the  powers  cf  hell. 

5  "  Now  shall  his  graces  shine  abroad, 
,^     *'  And  all  the  v/crld  shall  see, 

*'  How  much  1  love  my  dearest  Lord, 
"  Who  sufTer'd  death  for  me."— 

.6  This  is  the  zeal  young  converts  show. 
While  glory  strikes  their  eyes; 
•Tis  but  a  little  that  they  know; 
Experience  makes  them  wise. 

7  When  wisdom  sends  a  pungent  thorn, 
To   drive  their  pride  away  ; 
IIov*'  soon  they  think  themselves  forloni; 
Who  so  opprest  as  they ! 

X.e:  hut  the  pow*rs  of  darkness  rage, 

And  Jesus  hide  his  face  ; 
With  hell  tliey  tremble  to  engage. 

Where,  new,  their  beasted  grace? 


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9  Now  they  complain— how  vain  their  minds. 

Corruption  grows  too  strong  ; 
Satan  again  their  spirit  binds, 
How  mournful  is  their  song ! 

10  Now  they  perceive  their  strength  is  small. 

And  cry  for  help  from  heaven  ;  J| 

Jesus  in  mercy  hears  theni  call, 
And  grace  agam  is  given. 

11  With  humbling  views  of  self  and  sin. 

They  now  bewail  their  pride ; 
And  now  with  stronger  faith  begin 
In  Jesus  to  confide. 

12  *Tis  needful  then  to  bear  the  thorn. 

Humility  to  learn ; 
Lest  self-conceit  should  rise  to  scorn. 
And  we  to  sin  return. 


CXIV. 


Jtid  he  came  thither  unto  a  Cave,  and  the  Word  of  the    ''* 
Lord  came  to  hhn  and  said,  v:hat  dost  thou  here  Elijah  ? 
—1  Kings  xix.  9. 

1  My  soul,  what  dost  thou  here  ? 

This  is  forbidden  ground : 
Behold,  what  dangers  noM'  appear'. 
What  darkness  waits  around! 

2  What  dost  thou  in  this  cave 

Of  unbelief  and  fear  ? 
Jesus  is  able  still  to  save, 
On  him  cast  all  thy  care. 


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3  Arise,  and  haste  away, 

Pursue  the  heavenly  road; 
Thy  duty  now  forbids  thy  stay; 
Obey  the  voice  of  God. 

4  He  will  his  aid  afford, 

And  shew  a  smiling  face; 
Nor  shouldst  thou  find  thv  task  so  hard, 
Wouldst  thou  but  trust  his  grace. 

5  Mourn  then  thine  unbelief, 

And  fronn  its  povrer  depart; 
Henceforth  let  sin  have  all  thy  grief. 
And  Jesus  all  thy  heart. 

6  Lord,  give  nf\e  faith  to  rise, 

Let  love  assist  my  flight ; 
I'd  quit  this  earth  and  cleave  the  skies? 
And  sing  in  endless  light. 


CXV. 

Against  tbee,  thee  only  ha^oe  I  sinned  am  done  this  Evil  in 

thy  Sight, — Psalni  li.  4. 

1  'Gainst  thee,  thou  Holy,  Just,  and  Wise, 
'Gainst  thee,  how  high  my  crimes  arise! 
'Gainst  thee,  whom  angels  bow  before ! 
'Gainst  thee,  whom  saints  with  awe  adore! 

2  'Gainst  thee,  thou  good  and  gracious  God! 
*  Gainst  thee,  Tny  only  safe  abode  ! 
'Gainst  thee,  on  whom  my  all  depend ! 
'Gainst  thee,  my  F^ther^.  ;vnd  my  Friend! 


0  'Gainst  thee,  who  made  thy  richest  grace 
To  shine  so  bright  before  my  face : 
Who  gave  thy  Son  my  soul  to  save, 
From  hell,  from  sin,  and  from  the  grave  ! 

4  Why  did  I  let  my  Saviour  go  ? 

Why  did  I  grieve  his  Spirit  so  ? 

Why  did  my  heart  so  stubborn  prove 

To  sin  against  such  wond'rous  love. 
J  Why  did  I  so  forget  the  Lord  ? 

Why  did  I  so  neglect  his  word? 

Why  scorn  to  bow  tlie  stubborn  knee 

To  him  who  bow*d  the  heavens  for  me  ? 

6  Why  am  I  not  in  deep  despair  ? 
Why  does  a  gleam  of  hope  appear  t 
Was  ever  creature  so  depraved  ? 
Was  ever  such  a  sinner  sav'd  ? 

7  O  let  me  now  in  dust  repent, 
And  mourn  my  will  to  evil  bent; 
Weep  on,  mine  eyes!  relent,  my  heart. 
And  let  my  conscience  feel  the  smart ! 

8  While  Jesus  shews  his  pard'ning  blood, 
ril  mourn  my  vile  ingratitude; 

Lord,  take  this  wandVing  heart  of  raiine, 
And  set  it  as  a  seal  on  thine. 

CXVL 

Tbese  are  they  ivbicb  came  out  cf  great  Tribulation^  and 
have  washed  their  Robes ^  and  tnade  them  ivhite  in  the 
Blood  of  the  Lamb. — Revelations  vii.  14. 

1  Look,  O  my  soul,  within  the  veil. 

View  that  unnumber'd  throng, 
,     Whose  joys  can  never,  never  fail. 
While  Jesus  is  their  song. 


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2  O  happy  souls !  for  ever  freed 

From  sin  and  every  snare. 
They  reign  with  their  exalted  head, 
And  palms- of  victory  bear. 

3  They  glory  in  their  conquering  God, 

And  see  him  as  he  is  : 
Their  robes  are  spotless  through  his  bloody 
Their  happiness  like  his. 

4  But  I  am  in  a  world  of  woe, 

Acquainted  still  with  grief; 
Affliction  I'm  ordain'd  to  know, 
When  shall  I  get  relief? 

5  They  once  were  sore  distress'd,  like  me, 

Till  heaven  subdu'd  their  fear; 
They  sail'd  o'er  tribulation's  sea 
Before  they  landed  there. 

6  Then  may  1  live  by  faith  on  God, 

On  every  promise  given ; 
And  still  confide  in  Jesu's  blood. 
And  wait,  resiga'd,  for  heaven. 

7  Jesus  will  surely  bring  me  there 

In  his  appointed  time  ; 
On  him,  my  soul,  cast  all  thy  care. 
Rely  alone  on  him. 


CXVII. 

£ehold,  lam  alive  fir  e«er?7iore.— Revelations  i.  IS- 
1  I,  Jesus,  am  ascended  high, 
No  more  to  sufter,  bleed,  or  die, 
1  live,  I  live,  my  name  is  Love : 
1  reign  with  God  Supreme  above » 


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2  Behold,  I  live  for  evermore, 
My  love's  an  everlasting  store, 

I  live,  to  plead  the  sinner's  cause, 
To  magnify  Jehovah's  laws. 

3  I  live  to  hear  my  children's  cries, 
I  live  to  wipe  their  weeping  eyes, 
I  live  to  sanctify  their  woes, 

I  live  to  conquer  all  their  foes. 

4  I  live  to  help  in  each  distress, 

I  live  t'  enrich  their  souls  with  grace : 

I  live  to  pour  my  Spirit  down, 

I  live  t'  ensure  their  heavenly  crown. 

5  O  let  believing  souls  rejoice. 
And  glory  in  their  happy  choice ! 
Let  gratitude  their  hearts  inspire, 
And  raise  their  hallelujahs  higher, 

6  My  soul  shall  bless  the  joyful  hour 
When  first  I  felt  the  Gospel's  power; 
And  sing  his  grace  through  endless  day, 
Who  taught  a  child  to  praise  and  pray. 

CXVIII. 

PRAISING  GOD  FOR  A  PLENTIFUL  HARVEST. 

1  O  LET  Jehovah's  liberal  hand 

Be  own*d  and  sung  through  all  the  land! 
*Tis  he  that  sends  a  plenteous  store, 
His  name  let  every  soul  adore. 

2  Let  undeserved  goodness  raise 
Our  admira*:ion  and  our  praise: 
Such  vile,  rebellious  sinners  are 
Unworthy  of  the  smallest  share. 


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3  But,  how  does  mercy  yet  abound ! 
How  is  the  year  with  plenty  crown*d  ! 
For  man  and  beast  a  rich  supply 

Is  wisely  ordered  from  on  high. 

4  *Tis  God  who  makes  the  earth  to  yield. 
He  gives  increase  to  every  field ; 

The  fragrant  herb,  the  fruitful  tree, 
From  God  receive  fertility. 

5  Help  us  to  feed  with  grateful  hearts. 
On  what  thy  bounteous  hand  imparts, 
And  let  thy  mercies  all  combine 

To  ripen  us  for  joys  divine. 

6  O  let  thy  goodness  teach  the  poor 
The  riches  of  thy  grace  t*  implore ! 
And  let  the  rich  from  henceforth  prove 
In  spirit  poor,  and  rich  in  love. 


CXIX. 

TO  YOUNG  WOMEN, 

Beauty  is  'cam,  but  the  Woonan  that  feareth  the  Lord^  sit 
shall  be  praised. — Proverbs  xxxi.  30. 

1  How  oft  doth  beauty  lead  to  sin. 

And  tempt  the  heart  to  stray ; 
It  charms  awhile,  then  hides  again. 
And  soon  it  fades  away ! 

2  Not  all  the  art,  and  pains,  and  care. 

Of  man  can  make  it  sure  ; 
Nor  can  the  fairest  of  the  fair 
The  ttansient  bliss  secure. 


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3  Sickness  and  pain  may  soon  disgrace 

The  most  admired  charms ; 
Soon  must  they  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
And  lose  their  lovely  forms. 

4  How  vain  is  beauty,  then,  my  Musc! 

Unworthy  of  thy  lays; 
Turn,  and  a  nobler  subject  chuse. 
Let  virtue  have  thy  praise. 

5  How  wise  is  she  whose  constant  care 

Pursues  the  heavenly  road ; 
She  shall  the  Eternal's  favor  share, 
And  every  real  good. 

6  She  ever  shuns  the  snares  of  vice; 

How  circumspect  her  ways ! 
Wise  in  simplicity  she  is ; 
Unsought  her  gen'ral  praise. 

7  If  she  is  call'd  to  mingle  souls. 

How  cautious  is  her  choice ; 
No  vain  pretence  her  love  controuls, 
She  scorns  the  flatterer's  voice. 

8  United,  see,  illustrious  shines. 

The  tender,  prudent  wife ; 
Humility  her  soul  refines, 
Grace  governs  all  her  life. 

9  What  undissembled  love  she  bears 

To  him  who  has  her  hand  : 
How  does  she  soften  all  his  cares, 
And  all  his  woes  attend ! 

10  Is  she  a  friend  ? — how  kind  and  true 

Her  charity  how  pure ! 
Her  friendship  is  not  like  the  dew- 
That  passes  in  an  hour. 

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11  She  shall  be  prais'd  when  beauty  fails. 
And  years  and  age  increase  : 
She  shall  be  blest  while  grace  prevails 
And  end  her  days  in  peace. 


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cxx. 

FOR  THE  NATION. 

The  JEjes  of  the  Lord  are  upon  the  Righteous ^  ajid  his  Ears 
are  open  to  their  Cry. — Psalm  xxxiv.  15, 

1  Say,  is  this  wild,  corrupted  nation 

Blest  with  a  few  who  seek  the  Lord  ? 
Say,  is  there  one  in  every  station 

Who  loves  t'  obey  Jekovah's  word? 

2  Are  all  ag^reed  t*  increase  the  sadness 

Of  this  dark  and  gloomy  time  ? 
Do  all  run  on  in  headstrong  madness 
And  scorn  repentance  for  the  crime  ? 

3  Is  this,  indeed,  our  sad  condition  ? 

No:  let  me  bless  the  God  of  Grace! 
There  are  a  few  who  with  contrition 
Lament  for  sin  before  his  face, 

4  Let  me  encourage  their  confession, 

Their  strong  intreaiies  for  this  land! 
Though  'tis  a  time  of  great  transgression, 

Yet,  surely,  God  is  still  at  hand.  • 

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5  Ye  humble-  souls,  pray  without  ceasing,  ; 

To  you  the  Lord  will  lend  an  ear; 
While  sins  and  judgments  are  increasing,  \ 

O  pray  in  faith  and  persevere.  \ 


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6  0  pray,  nor  be  too  much  dejected, 

Ask  all  in  Jesu's  worthy  name ! 
Your  suit  shall  never  be  rejected, 
Through  him  we  may  forgiveness  claim* 

7  Come,  sinners,  join  in  each  petition, 

Nor  tempt  the  Lord  by  your  delay: 
He  gives  repentance  and  remission 
To  all  who  do  sincerely  pray, 

8  Let  every  soul  in  every  station 

Join  their  assistance : — ^who  can  tell 

But  God  may  turn  and  bless  this  nation-, 

And  send  contention  down  to  helJ. 


CXXL 

NATIONAL  FAST.  FEB.  10.  1779, 

Let  the  Shies  pour  doijjn  Righteousness* — Isaiah  xly.  8^ 

1  Jesus,  thou  G  d  of  nations,  bend 
The  skies,  and  le*-  the  rain  descend, 
But  not  thy  wrath.' — In  mercy  bless 
This  land  with  showers  of  righteousness- 

2  Pour  down  some  tokens  of  thy  love; 
Impending  punishment  remove: 
Pour  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  grace, 
That  every  soul  may  seek  thy  face, 

[3  Forbid  that  Britaij^  e'er  should  be 

Forsaken  utterly  by  thee  ! 
i      Let  not  thy  sore  displeasure  rest 
;  "  Upon  a  nation  so  distrest. 

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4  Her  woes,  her  poverty,  her  npcd, 
With  thy  compassion  we  would  plead; 
Enrich  her,  Lord,  in  every  place, 

'  "With  all  the  plenitude  of  grace. 

5  Water  each  sacred  spot  of  ground 
Where'er  the  seeds  of  truth  arc  found; 
And  make  the  fruits  of  Zion*s  hill 
The  glory  of  Britannia  stilU 

6  Why  should  this  once  high-favor'd  isle 
Be  ever  banish'd  from  thy  smile  ? 
Let  not  our  sin  our  ruin  prove, 

In  wrath  descend  not,  but  in  love. 


JThe  twelve  following  pieces  have  been  added  since  the 

first  edition  was  published.] 

CXXIL 

Hold  thou  mc  up  and  I  shall  be  j<3/e.— Psalm  cxix.  117, 

1  To  thee,  again,  my  gracious  God, 

I  lift  my  heart  and  eyes, 

Thou  art  my  only  safe  Abode, 

Thou  only  just  and  wise. 

2  In  thee  for  every  needful  grace 

My  drooping  soul  confide  : 
Keep  me,  O  Lord,  in  eyery  place, 
Secure  on  every  side. 

3  Be  thou,  my  Guardian,  ever  near, 

'  Thy  presence  I  intreat ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me  in  thy  fear. 
Uphold  my  sliding  feet. 


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4  The  paths  I  tread  are  strew'd  with  snares^ 

In  mercy  take  rny  part : 
Let  not  applauses  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  censures  vex  my  heart. 

5  Lest  I  should  once  disgrace  thy  cause. 

Make  me,  O  Lord,  to  grow 
Deaf  both  to  censure  and  applause, 
And  dead  to  all  below. 

6  I'd  seek  the  honor  of  thy  name, 

And  leave  my  own  to  die: 
Help  me  to  sink  with  humble  shame, 
And  raise  thy  praises  high. 


CZZIIL 

UNDER  DARKNESS. 

I  Jkstjs,  I  now  address  thy  throne, 
And  seek  my  help  in  thee  alone, 

As  wretched  sinners  do ; 
Hear  and  regard  my  earnest  cries, 
Send,  gracious  God,  some  fresh  supplies, 

And  cheer  my  hopes  anew. 

5  Thou  art  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
O  turn  my  darkness  into  light ! 

I  wait  thy  Spirit's  cheering  rays  ;— 
Come,  thou  Instructor,  all  divine. 
Enlarge  these  scanty  thoughts  of  mine. 

And  turn  my  sighs  to  songs  of  praise. 

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3  Haste,  sacred  Dove,  dart  through  the  skies. 

Haste,  and  assist  my  faith  to  rise, 
She*s  all  imactive  here  ; 

O  fix  her  on  her  Author's  breast, 

On  him  she  can  securely  rest 
Without  the  inierrupting  pain  of  jealousy  and  fear. 


CXXIV. 

1  Without  the  aid  of  sovereign  grace, 

In  vain  I  wish,  in  vani  I  try 
To  raise  my  cheerful  thoughts  on  high. 
Or  gain  a  smile  from  Jesu's  face ; 
In  thee,  my  God,  are  all  my  springs. 

At  thy  command  my  passions  inove : 
O  let  thy  Spirit's  gentle  wings 
Bear  me  above  created  things. 
And  fix  me  where  I  may  enjoy  thy  love. 

2  Fix  mc  on  that  delightful  ground 
Where  once  I  spoke  the  joys  I  found, 

Amidst  those  fruitful  bowers; 
There,  there  again  I  long  to  stand, 
And  taste  the  fruits  of  Canaan's  land. 
And  please  my  choice  in  gathering  heavenly  flowers. 

o  There  would  my  thoughts  unwearied  rove. 
And  bless  the  peaceful,  happy  grove, 

There  would  my  comforts  grow  divinely  strong  : 
There  have  I  seen  the  King  of  kings, 
And  heard  a  thousand  glorious  things: 
I  know  how  sv/eet  the  blessings  are, 
-And  grow  impatient  to  be  there; 

Why  should  I  ^Year  this  earthly  chain  so  Icrg  \ 


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czxv. 

M  many  as  I  lo'ue  I  rebuke  and  chasten, — Rev.  iv.  19. 

1  Hear  this,  ye  fav'rites  of  the  Lord, 

Who  mourn  beneath  his  rod, 
Hear,  and  rejoice  at  every  word. 
And  trust  your  loving  God. 

2  Hear,  and  dismiss  your  gloomy  fears, 

And  tune  your  joyful  songs; 
Each  word  rebukes  your  flowing  tears. 
And  your  complaining  tongues. 

3  Come,  ye  that  doubt  Jehovah's  love, 

Because  you  're  sere  distrest, 
Here  is  a  cordial  from  above, 
To  ease  your  troubled  breast. 

4  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  the  Only  Wise, — 

*'  I  will  my  children  prove, 
**  I  will  rebuke,   I  will  chastise 
"As  many  as  I  love. 

5  "I'll  punish  and  subdue  their  pride, 

*'  I  will  be  known  their  God; 
'*  Love  to  their  precious  souls  shall  guide 
*'  My  sin-avenging  rod. 

6  *'  To  them  I'll  manifest  my  care, 

**  As  faithful  fathers  do, 
**  I'U  teach  them  reverence  and  fear,  , 
"  And  they  shall  love  me  too. 

7  "  Thus  will  I  save  their  souls  from  hell, 

"  And  bring  them  safe  to  heaven  ! 
«'  There  shall  they  love  and  praise  me  well 
*'  For  each  correction  giyen.*' — 


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S  Cheer  up,  my  soul,  and  hope  anew, 
For  heaven  rebukes  thy  moan; 
Cheer  up,  and  learn  obedience  too, 
And  live  by  faith  alone. 


CXXVI. 
COMPLAINING  OF  SIN,  AS  BEING  EVER 

PRESENT. 

1  O  COULD  I  find  some  peaceful  bow'r 
Where  sin  has  neither  place  nor  pow'r ! 
This  traitor  vile  I  fain  would  shun, 
But  cannot  frona  its  presence  rua. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
It  stands  betwixt  my  God  and  me 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 

1  feel  its  workings  in  my  breast. 

3  When  I  attempt  to  soar  above, 
To  view  the  heights  of  Jesu*s  love, 
This  monster  seems  to  mount  the  skies> 
And  veil  his  glory  in  my  eyes. 

4  0!  to  be  freed  from  this  vile  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low; 
Lord,  take  me  to  my  heavenly  home, 
Whers  not  onC'sinful  thought  can  comCc 


CXXVIl. 
LORD'S  DAY. 

[written   under  C0NFIJ7EMENT.] 

1  Why  does  this  room  so  often  prove 
A  dungeon.  Lord,  to  me! 
When  will  these  bars  of  sickness  move, 
To  sC:  thy  prisoner  free? 


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2  Jesus,  I  long  to  hear  thy  word, 

I  long  to  feel  its  pow'r, 
Be  thou  my  Healer,  dearest  Lord, 
And  bring  the  happy  hour. 

3  Till  then  do  thou  my  soul  sustain. 

All  patient  to  endure ; 
Bless  my  confinement  and  my  pain, 
And  all  my  hopes  insure. 

4»  Visit  me  here,  thou  King  of  kings, 
With  rays  of  light  divine; 
Spread  o'er  my  soul  thy  healing  wings,. 
And  tell  me  thou  art  mine. 

5  Let  each  returning  sabbath  prove 
A  day  of  rest  to  me. 
Till  I  behold  thy  face  above. 
And  rest  secure  with  thee. 


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CXXVIIL 


GOING  TO  THE  HOUSE  OF  GOD  AFTER  LONG 
CONFINEMENT  THROUGH  ILLNESS. 

1  Now  let  my  soul  adore  and  praise 

The  God  of  Love,  the  God  of  Grace, 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways, 
On  him  I  wait  in  evVy  case. 

2  Beneath  his  rod  I  raise  my  cries, 

And  plead  his  faithfulness  and  care; 
He  hears  my  groans,  he  bids  me  rise 
And  tell  how  kind  his  dealings  are. 


3  1  taste  his  goodness  every  hour; 

O  for  a  heart  to  love  his  name ! 
A  heart  t'  adore  his  matchless  power. 
Which  has  reviv'd  my  dying  frame 

4  What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord, 

Who  thus  regards  me  from  above ; 
How  shall  I  best  proclaim  abroad 
His  condescension  and  his  love. 

5  Give  me,  O  God,  a  grateful  heart. 

And  let  me  pay  my  vows  to  thee. 

For  thou  hast  sweetly  eas*d  my  smart ; 

Hast  set  thy  waiting  prisoner  free. 

i  Now  in  that  strength  which  thou  hast  glv'n, 
My  willing  feet  thy  courts  shall  tread ; 
There  shall  1  hear  good  news  from  heav'n. 
And  on  thy  promised  blessings  feed. 


CXXIX. 

Tbc  Voice  of  my  Beloved,  heboid  he  com«?/6 /—Cant.  ii.  8. 

1  *Tis  my  Beloved's  awful  voice  ; — 
He  comes, — he  calls  me  to  rejoice  ; 

'Tis  he  himself,  my  soul,  and  none  but  he;— 

I  know  him  bv  his  wounded  side, 

I  know  him,  for  his  robes  are  dyed, 
Dyed  in  that  precious  blood  he  shed  for  me- 

2  He  comes! — I'm  fill'd  with  holy  fear, 
I  blush  and  weep  as  he  draws  near; 

Although  I  see  a  pardon  in  his  hand, 
I  feel  my  sorrows  melt  and  move. 
Because  I've  sinn'd  against  such  love, 

Against  a  Friend  so  glorious  and  so  good. 


'3* 

He  comes ' — I  deeper  sink  in  shame, 
1  love  and  venerate  his  name, 

And  v;ish  to  love  him  more; 
O,  for  a  flaming  seraph's  zeal ! 
Oh,  for  that  warmth  which  angels  feel! 
Lake  them  Vd  live,  like  them  I'd  love,  like  them  I 
would  adore. 


CXXX. 

1  Now,  let  me  from  this  world  retire, 
To  thee,  my  God,  my  thoughts  aspire, 

0  let  me  feel  and  taste  thy  love, 
And  seek  my  happiness  above. 

2  Nothing  will  suit  my  present  case 
But  some  fresh  token  of  thy  grace; 
All  earthly  things  are  vain  and  vile 
If  I  can  not  enjoy  thy  smile. 

$  In  vain,  to  cheer  this  soul  of  mine, 

1  taste  or  drink  the  richest  wine; 
In  vain,  for  my  support,  I  eat 
The  finest  bread,  the  choicest  meat. 

4  Amidst  ten  thousand  blessings,  1 
Complain,  lament,  yea  tire,  and  die ; 
Nor  can  1  find  one  resting  spot. 

For  all  is  vain  w^here  God  is  nbt. 

5  In  vain  the  stars  adorn  the  skjes, 
In  vain  the  sun  more  glorious  rise. 
The  whole  crention  tries  in  vam 
My  drooping  spirits  to  sustain 


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6  Without  thy  presence  earth  is  hell  ••— > 
My  thoughts  must  still  in  sadness  dwell 
Till  I  can  see  Immanuers  face; 
l*m  all  undone  without  his  grace. 


CXXXI. 


And  Enoch  vialkcd  vjitb  Co^.— Genesis  v.  24. 

1  Like  Enoch  I  would  seek  to  be, 

Lord,   keep  me  in  thy  fear; 
Like  Enoch  I  would  walk  with  thee, 
And  find  thee  ever  near. 

2  Like  him  Pd  reverence  thy  name, 

And  fix  my  thoughts  above; 
Like  his,  my  zeal  would  burn  and  flame ; 
Like  his,  my  soul  would  love. 

3  Like  him,  I'd  keep  the  road  to  heav'n 

By  faith  in  Jesus*  blood; 
Like  him,  I'd  know  my  sins  forgiv'n, 
And  freely  talk  with  God. 

4  O  for  an  Enoch's  frame  of  mind, 

An  holy,  humble  heart; 
O  for  a  will,  like  his,  resign'd 
Beneath  my  every  smart. 

5  Like  him  I*d  hope,  like  him  believe. 

And  tread  the  tcmoter  down; 
Like  him  I'd  conque  r,  and  receive 
A  rich,  immortal  ;rown. 


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6  Lord,  help  me  to  address  thy  throne, 
To  pray  as  Enoch  did ; 
And  shower  these  needed  blessings  down 
Upon  my  guilty  head. 


cxxxir. 

Remember  met  O  Lord,  luitb  thefaxior  that  thou  dearest 
unto  thy  Peoples  0  visit  me  with  thy  Sanation,  that  X 
may  see  the  good  of  thy  Chosen;  that  I  m.ay  rejoice  in  the 
gladness  of  thy  Nation^ — Psalm  cvi.  4,  5. 

1  Remember  me,  thou  great  I  AM, 

Thou  Holy,  Just,  and  Wise ; 
Remember  me,  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 
And  hearken  to  my  cries. 

2  Thou  art  my  Refuge  and  my  Tower, 

O  let  me  see  thy  face! 
Shew  me  thy  glory  and  thy  power, 
And  feed  me  with  thy  grace. 

3  Thou  dost  to  thine  own  people  show 

The  wonders  of  thy  love; 
Such  favors,  Lord,  on  me  bestow, 
And  fix  my  thoughts  above. 

4  Jesus,  on  thee  alone  I'd  rest. 

As  thine  own  people  do; 
O  let  me  lean  upon  thy  breast, 
And  hold  thee  in  my  view ! 

5  Yes,  for  my  eyes  would  ever  gaze 

On  beauty  so  divine ; 
My  heart  with  love  would  buni  and  blaze, 
And  be  for  ever  thine. 

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6  Now  let  thy  smiling  face  appear, 

And  make  my  comfort  strong; 
So  shall  I  love,  and  hope,  and  fear, 
And  praise  thee  in  my  song- 

7  Bring  thy  salvation  to  my  sight. 

And  let  my  heart  rejoice 
With  those  in  whom  my  soul  delight. 
The  people  of  thy  choice. 

%  How  dear  are  all  thy  saints  to  me, 
O  let  their  joys  abound! 
Bless  them,  my  God,  and  let  me  be 
In  that  blest  number  found. 


CXXZIII*. 

1  Is  this  thy  will,— and  must  I  be 

A  living  witness.  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
Must  I  thy  wond'rous  love  record. 
And  spread  thy  praises  far  abroad  ? 

2  Must  I  to  all  thy  saints  unfold 

The  things  which  thou  to  me  hast  told  ? 
And  shall  the  eyes  of  sinners  see 
What  thou  hast  done  for  worthless  me, 

3  Wilt  thou  no  longer  me  excuse. 
And  wilt  thou  frown  if  I  refuse  ? 
O  let  me  have  thy  presence  still. 
And  I'll  submit  to  all  thy  will ! 

*    Composed  after  bein^  "inade  accxiahued  that  be''  ^^ror^ 
?:ere  designed  to  be  printed 


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4  Make  thou  my  path  of  duty  plain, 
And  let  thine  arm  my  soul  sustain ; 
Give  me  new  strength,  new  courage  here, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  holy  fear. 

5  To  thee  I  dedicate  the  whole,  , 
Thine  is  my  heart,  and  thine  my  soul; 
Bless  what  my  feeble  hand  hath  wrought> 
And  take  the  praise  of  every  thought. 

6  Wilt  thou,  dear  Lord,  thine  handmaid  own? 
Her  offering  with  acceptance  crown  ? 
Thy  glory  is  her  humble  aim:-— 
Eternal  glory  to  thy  Name! 


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MEDITATIONS, 


In  Blank  Verte. 


I. 

ON  THE  INCARNATION  OF  OUR  LORD. 

And  suddenly  there  V)a$  v)itb  the  Angel  a  Multitude  of  the 
heavenly  Hosty  praising  Gody  and  sayings  Glory  to  God 
in  the  highest,  and  on  Earth  Peaces  good  Will  tovsards 
wi^;z.— Luke  iL  13,  14. 

HOW  did  the  heavenly  multitude  rejoice, 
When  Jesus,  clad  with  zeal,  and  wing'd  with  love. 
Descended  from  the  bright  abodes  of  bliss, 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  quite  undone ! 
How  did  they  shout  and  triumph,  and  ascribe 
Glory  to  God,  in  high  exalted  strains; 
While  peace  on  earth  they  eagerly  proclaimed. 
And  sung  the  pure  good-will  of  God  to  men! 

Why  then,  my  soul,  art  thou  so  silent  found  ? 
Why  so  averse  to  sing  Immanuel's  love? 
Come,  join  their  song,  and  shew  thy  gratitude 
For  grace  so  rich,  so  boundless,  and  so  free  ! 
Rise,  and  to  Bethlehem  flee  without  delay, 
Go,  seek  the  new-born  Saviour  with  delight. 
And  join  in  Humble  worship  at  his  feet. 
Enter  the  stable,  and  behold  him  there. 
Where  oxen  feed  the  lovely  Infant  lies, 
Because  the  inn  would  not  afford  him  room^ 


Sut  why,  O  man!  why  didst  thou  not  receive 
The  heavenly  Stranger,  and  with  honors  crown 
His  sovereign  and  supreme,  though  infant,  head  ? 

No  room  for  Jesus  ! — O  amazing  thought  !— 
No  entertainment  for  the  King  of  kings 
But  what  the  brute  creation  could  afford ! — 
How  did  the  brutes  reprove  their  masters  here, 
In  making  way  for  Christ! — the  Prince  of  Peace! 
Methinks  I  see  them  nestle  to  and  fro, 
And  leave  for  him  the  most  commodious  place; 
They  made  him  welcome  to  a  bed  of  hay, 

While  man  refus'd  him  where  lo  lay  his  head,—-  ^ 

Let  human  nature  blush,  tind  sink  with  shame  ! 

O  most  ungrateful  man! — thou  dost  appear 
Worse  than  the  beasts  which  perish  from  the  earth, 
O  strange  reception  for  the  Lord  of  life ! 
V/as  Jesus  treated  with  such  high  disdain, 
And  did  he  not  resent  the  vile  affront? 
Not  so: — in  him  was  no  resentment  found; 
All  passive,  he  resisted  not  his  foes, 
Although  he  could  destroy  them  with  a  word, 
Till  death,  their  cruel  insolence  he  bore. 
And  even  then, — '*  Forgive  them" — was  his  prayer. 

Learn  then,  my  soul,  with  meekness  to  receive 
Thy  share  of  scorn  and  shame,  for  Jesus*  sake  ; 
And  meditate,  how  wonderful  that  love 
Which  cloath'd  thy  Iviaker  in  mortality. 
And  made  bim  subject  to  its  numerous  woes  ! 
O  vast,  stupendous,  boundless  love,  indeed  ! 
Too  vast  for  finite  minds  to  comprehend ; — 
\  Glory  to  God; — let  every  miOrtal  sing, 
Aaid  hail  the  happy  day  which  gave  him  birth.— 

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138 

Most  happy  day  for  Adam's  guilty  race, 
Whom  from  the  deepest  hell  of  endless  woe 
There's  none  can  ransom  but  th*  Incarnate  God. 


IL 
THE  YEAR  CLOSED,  DEC.  31,  177S. 

Why  am  I  not  consign'd  to  endless  woe? 
Why  am  I  spar'd  to  close  another  year  ? 
Surpriz'd,  I  ask,  why  this  forbearance,  Lord, 
To  such  an  useless  cumbVer  of  the  ground  ? 
O  let  thy  condescending  goodness  lead 
My  soul  with  deep  repentance  to  thy  throne ! — 

How  art  thou  following  me  with  mercy  still. 
Still  exercising  thy  long-suffering  grace, 
And  waiting  to  be  gracious  to  a  worm ! 

By  thee,  from  year  to  year,  I  stand  preserved, 
With  ample  blessings  on  my  guilty  head, 
Though  all  unworthy  of  the  air  I  breathe ; 
Although  the  cry  of  my  provoking  sins 
Have  so  repeatedly  displeas'd  thine  ear. — 
What  rich  provision  has  sustained  my  soul ! 
How  many  favors  from  indulgent  heaven ! 
What  peace,  what  consolation  have  I  found! 
How  am  I  lost  in  admiration  here! 
Hovv^  infinite  the  patience  of  my  God! 
How  rich,  how  free,  how  boundless  is  his  love  I 

Forgive,  O  Lord,  my  vile  ingratitude ; 
Forgive,  forgive  the  sins  of  all  my  days. 
Nor  let  my  youthful  follies  ever  prove 
A  wall  to  separate  my  soul  from  thee.— ^ 


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With  humble  praise  to  thee  I  close  this  year, 
With  ardent  prayer  for  wisdom  from  above, 
And  grace  to  guide  my  entrance  on  the  new. 


III. 

EXTERIN^G  ON  TH£  NEW  YEAR,  JAN.  1,  1779. 

I   THANK  thee,  O  my  Father  and  my  God, 
For  every  single  mercy  I  receive. 
Yes  :  for  to  thee,  and  thee  alone,   I  owe 
My  preservation  and  my  existence  here. — 
On  man  all  blessings  wait  at  thy  command: — 
I'm  fed  by  thee,  and  cloath'd  from  day  to  day- 
On  thee  I  ann  dependent  every  hour 
For  the  supply  of  each  returning  want  ,- 
And,  O  how  kind,  how  lib'ral  is  thy  hand  f 
How  great  is  thy  compassion  and  thy  care! 
By  thee  my  every  want  has  been  supplied, 
By  thee  my  every  woe  has  been  redress'd. 

My  Ebenezer  here  again  I  raise, 
And  here  record  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  hitherto  hath  help'd  me  and  sustain'd* 
To  him  I  waft  a  song  of  grateful  praise. 
With  him  my  covenant  again  renew, 
In  whose  delightful  service  I  rejoice. 
And  bind  myself  to  him  for  evermore.— 

*Twas  God  that  gave  me  entrance  on  this  year;       ^ 
To  him  I  give  myself  without  reserve. 
And  solemnly  avouch  him  for  my  own: 
The  time  which  he  allov.-s  me  here  on  earth 
I  set  apart  for  him,  and  him  alone ; 
All  that  I  ];ave,  and  am,  1  here  rcsi^a 


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140 

And  consecrate  to  him  for  holy  use. 
Witness,  ye  angels !  while  my  soul  engage 
To  love  and  fear  that  God  whom  you  adore  i 
Before  t!ie  face  of  heaven  I  now  resolve 
Upon  a  lite  of  faith  and  holiness; — 
Let  heaven  reprove  me  if  I  ever  stray, 
Or  cnce  attempt  to  bieak  these  sacred  vovv's!- 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  strongly  stand  engaged, 
And  'tis  on  thee  alone  my  faith  depends 
Vcr  the  "Derf^rirjance  of  each  solemn  vow : 


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eep  ine  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye  ; 


r.ct  no  temptation  overcome  my  soul; 
.ilde  ine  beneath  tlie  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
And  eanh  anfd  hell  shall  seek  my  hurt  in  vain.— 
}-^re])are  me  for  the  trials  of  this  year; 
•  Virect  and  counsel  me  in  all  my  vv^ays  ; 
lilless  v;hat  my  feeble  hands  may  undertake, 
And  crown  my  v/eak  endeavors  with  success. 


IV. 

THOUGHTS  ON  DEATH. 

O  S01.EMM  thought! — -weak  mian  is  born  to  die. — 
Jehovah  has  the  awful  sentence  pass'd, 
Kor  can  that  av/ful  sentence  be  reversed: — 
Xo  :— man  has  sinn'd, — and  man  shall  surely  die: 
Death  like  a  tyrant  reigns,  and  conquers  all; 
*  '  him  there's  no  respec:  of  persons  shewn; 
'i  lie  rich,  the  poor,  the  evil  and  the  good, 
The  old  a-nd  VQitng,  must  yield  alike  to  him: 
To  him  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head  must  bow; 
:?^rinccs  and  kings  are  subject  ^o  )iis  povv*r, 
K;;r  ean  their  gilltering  crovrns  insure  their  breath. 


But  O  let  every  human  being  knotv 
He  has  a  soul  which  never  can  expire! — 
Immortal !— this  hereafter  must  exist 
In  endless  happiness,  or  endless  woe. 

Alarming  thought  f — O  let  me  oft  revolve 
That  I  must  shortly  pass  the  dreary  vale 
Of  death, — and,  at  thine  awful  bar  arraigned, 
Account  for  every  past  transaction  here ; — 
There  will  my  final  doom  be  fix'd  and  seal'd: — 
And  O  what  joy, — what  transport, — or  what  pain 
Will  seize  my  soul,  according  to  the  test!— 
If  to  the  regions  of  despair  consign'd, 
O  how  surprized  in  horror  should  I  stand! 
How  would  the  pangs  of  disappointment  rend 
My  frighted  ghost,  if  possible,  in  twain ! 
What! — to  be  banished  from  the  God  I  love. 
Whose  favor  and  whose  presence  I  esteem 
Above  the  breath  which  feeds  this  vital  frame  ?— 
How  should  I  take  the  last  farewell  of  him 
In  whose  communion  I  so  richly  share; 
In  whom  I  glory  as  my  only  joy  ! — 
O  let  these  gloomy,  dreadful  thoughts  be  gone ; 
They  wound  my  heart,  they  swell  my  sorrows  high, 
And,  if  indulg'd,  would  frantic  turn  my  brain. 

Why  should  despair  invade  ? — Are  not  my  hopes. 
My  solid  hopes  of  never-ending  joy 
Built  on  The  Rock  of  Ages,  firm  and  sure? 
And  in  those  sacred  hopes  1  will  rejoice:  , 
Still  hoping  against  Hope,  till  Hope  shall  say 
To  FULL-ENJOYMENT, — "  I  givc  place  to  thce." — 

That  Jesus,  on  whose  faithfulness  I  rest, 
Will  ne*er  confound,  nor  put  my  hope  to  sham.e; 
For  'tis  the  fruit  of  his  unchanging  love. 


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Nc*er  had  I  thought  to  build  my  hopes  on  him^ 
Ne'er  had  I  known  or  lov'd  his  worthy  name, 
Had  not  his  thoughts  of  love  first  fix'd  on  me  :— 
I  therefore  know, — I  fear,— I  hope, — I  love, 
Because  attracted  first  by  Love  Divine. — 
"What  then  shall  rob  me  of  my  joy  in  him  ? 
Not  paiii,  nor  death,  nor  all  the  powers  of  hell. 
O  Death  1  where  is  thy  sting  ? — and  where  thy  victory 
Gkave  ? 


V. 

The  Time  is  sljort.'-^l  Corinthians  vii,  29, 

The  time  is  short  : — How  awful  is  the  sound  ! 
Come,  thou  Eternal,  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  help  me  to  im])rove  it  to  thy  praise  ! 

O  solemn  thought ! — time  soon  will  be  no  more  ; 
Short,  very  short  on  earth  must  be  my  stay. 

Eternity  approaches. — Let  me  ask, 
Art  thou,  my  soul,  preparing  for  the  change  ? 
The  time  is  snontr, — ^but  thou  canst  never  die. 
Thou  art  immortal,  and  thou  must  survive 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  and  all  created  things. 
The  time  is  short, — and  thou  must  soon  away, 
And  at  the  bar  of  God's  tribunal  stand;— 
And  what, — O  think, — what  then  will  be  thy  doom  ? 
'V/ikthou,  complete,  stand  there  before  thy  Judge, 
Cloth'd  in  a  Savjour*s  ilpotless  righteousness, 
Renew'd  and'justiEed  by  sovereign  grace? 
Will  he  who  sees  thy  secret  springs  of  thought, 
"Who  weighs  designs  unform'd,  and  tries  the  reins. 
Will  he  of  thy  integrity  approve? 


143  ♦ 

O  will  he  with  .a  smile  pronounce  thee  biess'd. 
And  bid  thee  welcome  to  eternal  joy? — 
Or  wilt  thou  there  a  hypocrite  be  found, — 
Unsanctified, — a  stranger  to  his  love 
Who  died  for  sinners  on  th'  accursed  tree  ?— 
Tremendous  then,  indeed,  will  be  thy  case : 
O  how  wilt  thou,  a  guilty,  frighted  ghost. 
Stand  there  before  a  sin-avenging  God, 
Till  with  a  curse  he  thrust  thee  down  to  hell! 

The  time  is  shout: — O  shun  deceit  and  guile: 
Work  out  thine  own  salvation  now,  with  fear. 
Nothing  but  pure  sincerity  will  stand 
With  him  whose  name  is  holy,  just,  and  thue.^ — 

Thi  time  is  short. — O  mav  this  solemn  truth 
Alarm  and  quicken  all  my  drowsy  powers  ! 
3Lord,  w^rite  it  on  the  table  of  my  heart. 
And  let  th*  impression  wear  a  lasting  date. — 

The  time  is  short. — Be  serious,  O  my  soul! 
Eternity  now^  calls  for  every  thought. 
No  more  let  trifling,  sublunary  things 
Steal  thy  attention  from  its  vast  concerns. 

The  time  is  short. — Bid  carelessness  adieu, 
Let  levity  for  ever  stand  condemn'd, 
Since  thou  of  that  a  strict  account  must  give. — 

The  time  is  short. — Improve  the  fleeting  hours, 
Do  what  thou  canst  for  God,  and  never  Ure, 
But  praise  his  holy  name  for  each  employ. 

The  time  is  short. — flow  pleasing  is  the  sound 
'^o  one  who  longs  for  perfect  holiness; 
To  one  that  sets  communion  with  his  God 
^A-bove  the  higlie.st  pleasures  mortals  know! — 


,  '44 

The  time  is  short.'^O  let  my  soul  rejoice; 
I  soon  shall  bid  farewell  to  every  sin, 
From  all  temptation  find  a  sweet  release. 
My  feeble  pulse  proclaims  the  time  is  short. 
And  every  pain  reiterates  the  sound: 
Yes,  while  convulsions  shake  my  dying  frame. 
It  well  confirms  me  in  the  joyful  truth. 

The  time  is  short. — Let  all  be  on  their  guard. 
Lord,  keep  me  ever  in  a  watchful  frame, 
That  I  may  welcome  death  when  thou  shalt  call. 
And  sing  and  triumph  in  its  near  approach. 


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A  SHORT  DIALOGUE  BETWEfLN  MYSELF  AND 

MY  SOUL.  i 


SOUL.. 

O  that  my  Head  'Uiere  Waters^  and  mine  Eyes  a  Fountain 

of  Tears,  that  I  might  iveefi  Day  and  Night/ — Jeremiah 

ix.  L 

*  self.  • 

But  why,  my  soul,  so  much  disposed  to  grieve? 
Why  wouldst  thou  spend  thy  days  and  nights  in  tears? 
Why  is  thy  harp  upon  the  willows  hung, 
And  why  is  ev'vy  string  to  sorrow  tun*d? 
What!  is  there  nothing  worthy  of  thy  joys? 
Will  not  the  cheering  sun  invite  a  smile? 
Will  not  the  common  mercies  of  the  day 
Excite  an  evening  song  of  gratitude  ? 
Are  not  the  wonders  of  redeeming  love 
Worthy  thy  grateful  and  adoring  thoughts  ? 


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Or  hast  thou  lost  thy  once-delightful  share 

In  blessings  so  reviving,  so  divine  ? 

How  canst  thou  lift  thy  streaming  eyes  to  heav'n. 

And  bid  at  once  farewell  to  all  its  joys? 

Stop,  O  my  soul,  I  tremble  at  the  thought. 

My  life  expires : — I  charge  thee  to  forbear. 

SOUL. 

Ah,  foolish  mortal !  loth  to  understand, 
And  still  more  loth  to  share  in  sacred  grief! 
Come,  learn  my  meaning,  and  thou  shalt  confess, 
'Tis  right  that  I  should  mourn  till  life  expires. 
I  own  Jehovah's  kind  and  bounteous  hand 
In  every  mercy  that  thou  dost  receive; 
And  ^tis  thy  vile,  thy  base  ingratitude 
That  sinks  my  drooping  spirits  to  ihe  ground. 
The  words  of  thankfulness  thy  lips  pronounce, 
But  O  how  seldom  is  thy  heart  engaged 
In  solemn  acts  of  gratitude  and  praise ! 
How  wand'ring,  O  how  vain  are  all  thy  thoughts! 
Hosv  sensual,  O  how  earthly  is  thy  mind  1 
How  far  from  God,  thy  chief,  thy  only  good! 
How  much  deceit,  hypocrisy,  and  guile 
Have  1  discovered  in  thy  words  and  ways ! 
O  blush,  and  be  asham*d,  and  join  to  mourri 
A  heari  so  carnal,  so  unsanctified '. 
Where  is  thy  faith,  thy  fear  or  love  of  Qod, 
Thy  resignation  to  his  holy  will  ? 
Where  is  thy  zeal  for  him  who  died  for  thee? 
Where  thy  obedience  to  his  just  comnnan^ds  ? 

SELF. 

Desist,  my  soul!  I  feel  conviction  strong: 
At  length  I  yield: — I  can  hold  out  no  more. — 
O  that  my  head  were  waters,  and  mine  eyci 

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A  flowing  fount  of  penitential  tears, 

That  1  might  mourn  for  sin  with  constant  grief  t 

SOUL. 

Affected  for  a  moment!  but  how  soon 
Will  ihis  thy  grief  to  negligence  be  turn'd? 
Thine  instability  I've  cause  to  mourn: 
Just  like  a  feather,  driven  to  and  fro 
AVith  every  breath  of  air,  thou  vv-averest; 
How  soon  puff'd  up  and  borne  away  by  pride; 
What  lust,  what  envy,  O  what  vain  desires, 
What  vile  affections  from  thy  heart  proceed  I 

SELF. 

Wretch  that  I  am! — Where  shall  I  hide  my  head 
O'erccme  with  guilt,  O  whither  shall  1  fiee  ? — 

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To  Jesus,  as  thy  Saviovr  and  thy  Lord.— 
His  pow'rful  blood  can  conquer  every  sin, 
A  lid  purify  a  heart  unclean  as  thine. 


VII. 

V/oe  is  m^i  for  t  am  undone  /—Isaiah  vi.  5, 

Why,  sin,  hast  thou  cleprav'd  my  nanire  thust 
"Why  hast  thou  left  me  helpless  and  und  ne? 
Infernal  sorc'ress! — thy  bewi.ching  lure 
Its  wretched  captives  into  ruin  draws, 
And  oft,  too  oft,  eternally  destroys. 
Thou  art  my  worst,  my  most  inveterate  foe;  ' 
Wi:h  'bee  I  now  proclaim  eternal  war, 
j?^;r  shall  thy  g-dd^A  bait  of  worldly  bliss 
'^-cjvr/:!  on  me  to  treat  thee  as  a  friend.— 


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Betray'd  bv  thee,  my  soul  haia  under^'one 

The  loss  of  more  than  language  can  express: 

Through  thee  primeval  rectitude  is  tied. 

My  zeal  unnerv'd,  my  faculties  deprav'd: 

Through  thee, — O  sad  and  lamentable  thought  !■—• 

I've  lost  my  title  to  eternal  life: 

I've  lost  the  favor  of  my  Sovereign  Judge, 

Sweet  intercourse  with  him  no  more  to  hold. 

I've  lost  my  glitt'ring  crown  of  innocence, — 

My  inward,  solid  peace, — my  holy  joy, — 

My  ease, — my  health, — my  heaven, — and  niy  all.— 

I*ni  lost  to  all  that's  sacred  and  divine: — 

Lost  to  myself; — and  to  my  Maker  lost; — 

Lost  in  myself,   vvithc^ut  one  gleam  of  hope. 

O  wretched  state' — What!  lost  for  evermore! 
Is  there  no  kind  Deliverer  to  be  found? 
Are  souls  in  sin's  inexplicable  maze 
So  lost  that  hope  ot  restoration  fails  ? 
Well  then  may  I  this  lamentation  take,— 
**  Woe,  woe  is  me,  for  1  am  quite  undone!'* 
Well  nriay  I,  trembling  and  astonish'd,  ask, 
How  shall  my  soul  escape  the  wrath  to  come  ?— 

But,  hark!  what  filendly  voice  is  tha-  I  hear? — 
Attend,  my  soul     from  heaven  methmks  it  sounds, 
And  words  like  these  consolatory  speaks : — 
*'  Take  comfort,  sinner !  for  thy  help  is  foun  i : 
••  'Tis  found  in  him  whose  mercy  knows  no  bounds. 
<*  Dismiss  each  tim'rous,  each  despo.iding  thoughts^ 
**  The  lost  are  those  whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
'*  He  is  the  only  new  and  living  Way, 
"  Whereby  thou  canst  deliverance  expect 
**  From  all  thy  pungent  misery  and  woe ; 
''-Come,  as  the  chief  of  sinners,  to  his  throne,— 

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"  Lost  and  undone,  and  wretched  as  thou  art, — 

*'  Come,  plead  his  meriis,  and  he  will  restore 

"  Thai  peace  and  joy  which  passeth  hunian  thought 

•*  He'll  re-instamp  his  image  on  thy  soul; 

"  With  wisdom  furnish  thee  to  will  and  do 

•*  Whate'er  his  evangelic  word  requires. 

••  He'll  bring  thee  to  his  feet,  and  thou  sh alt  find 

•*  Freedom  and  favor,  and  protection  there. 

*'  In  him  shall  be  thy  righteousness  and  strength, 

*'  And  thou  shalt  wear  the  jewels  of  his  grace: 

*'  Thy  soul  shall  prosper  and  be  found  in  health, 

•'  For  he  shall  be  thy  Peace,  thy  Joy,  thy  Life; 

**  Thy  happiness  in  him  shall  be  complete.*' — 

O  blessed  news! — my  hopes  shall  anchor  here. 
Jesus,  to  thee,  as  perishing,  I  come; 
On  thee  I  venture  my  eternal  all; 
IVIy  faith  shall  in  thy  promises  confide 
Till  glory  far  exceeds  my  vast  desires. 


VIIL 

LQRD,  ivbere  are  thyfonntr  LcEing-kindnesses? 
Psalm  Ixxxix.  49. 

'\Vhile  I  am  call'd  to  reason,   Lord,  with  thee, 
I  fain  would  at  the  humblest  distance  bow; 
Kememb'ring  what  I  was,  and  whence  1  sprung. 
And  what  I  still  remain,  and  what  thou  art, 
"Who  art  the  Sov'reign,  free  and  uncontrour4> 
Acting  in  all  things  3S  it  well  becomes 
A  God  of  spotless  holiness  and  truth. 
Once  to  demand  of  thee  a  strict  account 
Is  more  than  seraphs  or  archangels  dare ; 
Yea,  such  a  thought  would  make  those  spirits  blush 


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O  let  me  then  forbear! — I  am  but  dust, 

A  sinner ;  yea,  of  sinners  I  am  chief  ; 

Less  than  a  worm,  and  viler  than 'the  earth. — 

What  shall  I  say  to  thee,  thou  Judge  Supreme! 

Of  whose  bright  excellence  I  can't  conceive; 

Whose  being  and  whose  grandeur's  far  above 

Conceptions  finite,  when  most  highly  raised. 

0  were  it  not  for  Jesus,  as  my  plea, 

1  dare  not  ope  my  mouth  before  thy  throne, 
I  dare  not  lift  my  guilty  eyes  to  heaven. 
Through  faith  in  his  atoning  blood  I  dare. 
In  his  great  name  I  dare  presume  to  ask. 
Lord,  where  is  now  thy  loving-kindness  fled  T 
Vv^'here  are  those  favors  that  I  once  enjoy'd? 
Wliere  those  refreshing  cordials  of  thy  love  ? 
I  call  to  mind  those  past,  delightful  hours 
When  I,  beneath  thy  smile,  could  call  thee  mine  j 
When  I^ould  rest  and  triumph  in  thy  love, 
And  laugh  at  satan  and  his  conquer*d  rage. 

But  now,  from  day  to  day,  I'm  left  to  mouni 
Beneath  thy  frown,  by  unbelief  enslaved. 
Shut  up  in  darkness,  where  my  gloomy  thoughts 
Are  hov'ring  on  the  borders  of  despair. 

O  VNiiy  didst  thou  so  hastily  depart  ? 
Didst  thou  not  know  thaf  all  my  happiness 
Was  centred  in  thy  favor  and  thy  smile  ? 
Why  from  my  soul  dost  thou  so  long  withdraw  ? 
Why  leave  me  thus  opprest  with  outvv?.rd  woes, 
Depriv'd  of  strength  by  thine  afflicting  hand, 
By  pam  almost  depriv'd  of  common  sense  ? — 
O  let  me  plead  thy  past,  indulgent  care! 
Thou  hast  sur,tain'd  my  soul  in  all  niy  woes. 
My  strength  in  all  my  weakness  thou  hast  been,. 
My  ease  in  pain,  my  fulness  in  my  wants  i 

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And  mus^*-  *»^y  soul  no  more  these  favors  share  ? 
iviiict  I  no  more  on  earth  enjoy  thy  smile  ? 
Then  let  me  die,  that  1  may  see  thy  face ; 
I'd  welcome  death  in  all  its  frightful  forms 
Could  I  but  gain  one  look  of  love  from  thee. — 
Kot  life,  nor  health,  nor  friends  can  satisfy 
This  soul  of  mine,  which  thirsts  alone  for  God. 
When,  thou  dear  Jesus,  shall  I  find  thee  near? 
l*m  all  injpatience  for  the  happy  day. 


IX. 

I  v:ill  lift  up  mine  Eyes  unto  the  Hills ^  from  "vcbence 
Cometh  my  Help. — Psalm  cxxi.  1. 

Xj2  to  th*  eternal  hills  I  lift  my  eyes. 
Those  holy  hills  whence  every  blessing  springs, 
Where  Jesus,  my  triumphant  Conq'ror,  lives; 
Those  sacred  hills  where  God,  the  Judge  of  all. 
In  majesty  and  glory,  reigns  supreme, 
E\'r.lted  far  above  miv  highest  thoughts; 
Those  glorious  hills  v/here  all  })erfection  dwells, 
Wliere  saints  and  angels  sweerly  harmonize, 
And  sing  in  strains  ineitably  sublime 
The  matchless  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. — 
O  let  my  faith  a,scend  on  Pisgah's  top 
And  please  my  eager  soul  with  brighter  vievi^s  !— 
O  blessed  hills  of  never-fading  joy ! 
O  happy  mansions  of  eternal  rest ! 
Thrice  happy  they  whose  pious  souls  are  fled, 
And  landed  safely  on  those  flowVy  banks  ! 
With  them  my  fainting  spirit  would  retire : 
There  Jesus,  as  my  Advocate,  appears, 


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In  him,  in  him  alone,  my  help  is  found; 
He  bought  iny  ransom  with  his  precious  blood; 
He  bore  my  sins  on  the  accursed  tree; 
Let  everlasting  honors  crown  his  head! 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  my  longing  eyes. 
On  thee  alone  my  expectations  wait, 
And  thou  canst  far  surpass  my  soul's  desires : 
Thou  art  acquainted  with  nny  numerous  woes, 
Thou  know'st  my  wants,  my  sorrows,  and  my  fears, 
O  send  me  consolation's  friendly  balm  ! 
Help  me  to  cast  my  every  care  on  thee  ; 
Thine  own  almighty  arm  can  well  sustain 
This  weak,  unworthy,  guilty,  wretched  soul. 
O  let  thy  wisdom  silence  each  complaint, 
And  turn  my  sighs  to  songs  of  thankfulness. 
Adoring  thoughts  of  thee  I  would  maintain, 
And  in  affliction's  fui-nace  give  thee  praise. 
Help  me  upon  thy  faithfulness  to  rest. 
To  feed  upon  thy  promises  divine. 
That  I  may  grow  in  knowledge  and  in  grace, 
O  help  my  faith  to  look  within  the  veil! 
That  I  may  still  endure  as  seeing  thee. 
Whose  presence  is  far  dearer  to  my  soul 
Than  life  with  all  its  transitory  joys. 

0  help  irie,  Lord!  I'm  impotence  itself. 
Exposed  to  Satan's  cruel  rage  I  stand, 

1  sojourn  in  a  vain,  insnaring  world, 
Where  dangers  numberless  in  an^bush  lie ; 

0  guard  and  keep  my  soul  from  ev*ry  snare ! 
Help  me  to  shun  the  dangVous  paths  of  sin ; 
Nor  let  me  once  disgrace  those  blessed  truths 

1  now  profess  to  honor  and  believe ! 

Keep  me,  my  dear  Redeemer,  by  thypow'r; 
,  On  things  eternal  my  aifections  place; 


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Let  not  my  tribulations  cast  nme  down, 
But  make  me  more  than  conqu'ror  over  at 
Thou  helper  of  the  helpless,  hear  my  cries. 
And  lead  me  to  those  everlasting  hills. 
That  I,  with  all  thy  saints,  may  comprehend 
More  of  that  love  no  mortal  can  describe, 
That  love  of  thine  I  feel  within  my  bxeast. 


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X. 

fthou  art  Tny  Hiding-place j  thou  shalt  preseros  uie  frcrtn 
Trouble,  thou  shalt  co7npass  vie  about  laith  Songs  of 
Deli'i'erance* — Psalm  xxxii.  7. 

Who  vfotjld  not  fear  thee,  O  thou  King  of  saints? 
Who  would  not  love  and  glorify  thy  name  ? 
Who  v/ould  not  place  their  confidence  in  thee. 
Thou  just,  thou  faithful,  cov'nant-keeping  God? 

O  could  th'  unthinking  world  but  once  conceive 
Or  taste  the  pleasures  of  a  holy  life, 
How  would  they  cast  their  trifling  toys  away, 
And  strive  to  make  this  happiness  their  own ! 
But  they  are  strangers  to  the  God  I  serve. 
And  cannot  intermeddle  with  my  joys; 
From  such  I  must  withdraw  and  hide  myself, 
I  cannot  treat  them  as  my  bosom  friends. 

But  stop,  my  soul!   for  I  must  drop  a  tear 
Before  1  leave  them  to  their  wretched  choice: 
I  s  there  compassion  in  this  heart  of  mine  ? 
Then  why,  O  why  should  I  restrain  it  here, 
And  rob  its  proper  objects  of  their  due  ?—  . 
Now  let  my  thoughts  to  God  a^sfein  rctura. 


Lord,  draw  me  nearer  to  thy  blessed  Self,— 
Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Fortress,  and  iny  Tower; 
My  Rock,  niv  Refuge,  and  my  Hiding-place  ; 
Thou  shalt  defend,  thou  shalt  preserve  my  soul 
From  all  the  curses  of  a  blinded  mind, —  ^ 

From  all  the  abounding  errors  of  this  age, — 
From  all  the  conscious  pains  that  Deists  know; 
Thou  shalt  preserve  me  from  ih'  Arminian's  shame,- 
From  all  the  horrors  Anting  mi  a  ns  feel. 
Thou  shalt  preserve  me,  O  my  gracious  God ! 
From  Satan's  threatening,  fascinating  snares, 
And  from  the  dangers  of  my  tender  years ; — 
Thou  shalt  preserve  me  from  deceit  and  guile. 
From  all  the  woes  on  hypocrites  denounced, 
From  all  the  evils  of  this  wretched  world : 
And  when  Tny  follies  move  thee  to  chastise. 
Thou  shalt  preserve  my  soul  beneath  thy  rod: 
Yea,  thou  shalt  teach  me  to  adore  thy  hand. 
To  sing  e*en  then  of  mercy  and  of  love. 

In  ev*ry  trial  and  in  every  strait 
Thou  shalt  sustain,  relieve,  and  comfort  me; 
And  when  the  awful  hour  of  death  arrives 
Thou  shalt  preserve  me  from  its  dreadful  sting, 
Shalt  safe  conduct  me  to  those  happy  realms 
Where  1  shall  rest  secure  from  each  annoy. 
And  sing  and  triumph  in  redeeming  grace: 
There  shalt  thou  sweetly  compass  me  a-bout 
With  songs  of  wisdom  and  supreme  delight: 
There  shall  my  ravished  eyes  with  wonder  gaze 
On  him  whose  dying  groans  procured  my  joys. 
O  lazy  Time! — why  dost  thou  move  so  slow  ? 
Make  haste,  and  set  my  poor,  impatient  soul 
Upon  her  native,  much-desired  land. 


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XL 

^^ith  thee  is  the  Fountain  of  Life. — Psalm  xxxvi.  9. 

With  thee,  thou  great  I  AM,  thou  Just  and  Wise, 
Is  the  rich  fountain  of  eternal  life ; 
Indulge  my  soul,  O  Lord,  with  near  access, 
And  let  me  drink  of  that  eternal  spring.— 
Was  it  prepared  for  sinners  quite  undone  ? 
Behold,  the  Chief  of  sinners  is  my  name. 
An  humbling  sense  of  my  un worthiness 
Is  all  the  fitness  that  my  soul  can  bring  : 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  send  my  earnest  cries ; 
I  plead  thy  free,  thy  rich,  unbounded  grace. 
Didst  thou  not  leave  those  shining  realms  above, 
And  stretch  thine  arms  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
To  ope  this  fountain  for  my  dying  souU 
O  help  me  to  adore  thy  sacred  name ! 
Teach  ine  the  value  of  thy  precious  blood  ! 
How  rich,  how  powerful  must  its  virtues  be. 
To  satisfy  the  justice  of  a  GOD, 
To  quench  the  curses  of  his  fiery  law, 
And  work  the  sinner's  robe  of  righteousness  \ 
*Twas  pure,  'twas  holy,  consecrated  blood! 
Nor  could  the  smallest  taint  of  sin  be  found 
In  that  all-meritorious,  wond'rous  flood. 
No : — 'twas  the  blood  of  Him  who  spread  the  skies, 
Of  Him  whose  word  this  wide  creation  form'd, 
Of  Him  before  whose  presence  Gabriel  veils. 
Of  Him  whom  all  the  heavenly  hosts  adore, 
Of  whom  I  meditate  in  wonder  los*-  ; 
Then  blush,  then  weep,  and  try,  though  all  in  vain, 
T'  express  the  pleasure  and  the  pain  I  feel. 
My  soul  with  holy  gratitude  is  fiird. 
While  sympathy  and  grief  my  breast  inspire. 


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0  what  indignant  hatred  does  arise 
Against  the  cursed  murd'r^s  of  my  Lord! 
'Twere  you,  my  sins,  that  nail'd  him  to  the  tree; 
'Twas  you,  my  pride;  'twas  ^cu,  my  nscoNiENTi 
'Twas  you,  my  unbelief  ;  my  vain  desires, 
'Tvvere  you;  and  on  you  I  will  seek  revenge: 

Favor  with  me  you  seek  in  vain  to  find, 

You  stand  condemn'd,  and  must  be  Crucified. 

That  blood  which  you  so  unrelenting  shed 

Shall  spoil  your  pow'r,  and  drive  you  from  iny  heart. 

That  Jesus  whom  your  malice  crucified 

Shall  quite  extinguish  your  malignant  breath: 

Yes,  1  shall  live  to  see  the  joyful  day. 

And  victory  !  victory  !  sing  for  evermore. 

All  glory  to  my  high-exalted  Head, 
Who  with  majestic  sway  triumphant  reigns. 
Who,  as  a  new-slain  Lamb,  before  the  throne 
Stands  interceding  for  a  guilty  worm! 
While  in  the  fountain  of  his  blood  I  bathe, 
My  hope  revives,  my  faith  grows  strong  and  bold; 

1  feel  new  life,  I  sing  while  devils  roar, 
And  drink  in  consolations  all  divine. 

How  few  my  pains!  how  light  are  all  my  woes  ! 
Let  me  no  more  indulge  a  murmVing  thought. 
Stay,  Jesus,  with  my  soul  for  ever  stay, 
Nor  let  my  wayward  will  once  force  thee  to  depart.— 


XIL 

/  have  learned  in  whatsoever  State  I  am  therev^ith  to  be 

content '■^V\\\\\\i\)\2iX\s  iv.  11. 
What  manly  courage,  what  undaun'^ed  zeal 
Inspir*d  the  great,  the  chief  apOH'le's  breast! 
He  could  for  Jesus*  sake  sustain  the  cross 


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Of  persecution,  poverty,  and  pain; 
The  lesson  of  contentment  Hfe  had  found. 
And,  as  an  humble  scholar,  learnt  it  well, 

O  happy  man !  in  every  state  content ; 
In  all  things  well  instructed  from  above ; 
*Twas  grace,  amazing  grace,  taught  him  to  know 
Both  how  to  be  abas*d  and  to  abound. 
When  pinch'd  with  hunger,  and  expos'd  to  shame, 
Grace  to  his  mind  calm  resignation  brought ; 
He  trusted  in  a  God  Omnipotent, 
And  each  infirmity  became  his  song. 
'Twas  grace  that  kept  his  soul  from  ev*ry  snare; 
From  pride  in  fulness,  and  from  fear  in  want. 
He  priz*d  the  favor  of  his  covenant  God 
Above  his  food, — above  the  smiles  of  men,— 
Above  the  honors  of  a  dying  world,-— 
Above  the  countenance  of  lofty  kings, — 
Above  the  choicest  gold, —  or  richest  gems, —  r 

Above  the  joys  of  sense, — above  his  life: — 
Sweet  peace  with  God  his  zealous  mind  enjoy'd; 
Nor  could  the  pov;ers  of  hell,  with  all  their  rap;e. 
Deprive  his  soul  of  comfort  so  divine. 

Here's  an  example  worthy  of  desire, 
O  could  I  but  transcribe  and  make  it  mine! 


But  here  I  stand  reprov'd; — I  blush  with  shame, 
And  mourn  my  vile  and  discontented  heart- 
Forgive  me,  O  thou  sin-forgiving  God! 
That  I  so  much  dishonor  thy  great  name ; 
Mingle  my  woes  with  all-sufficient  grace. 
And  teach  me  resignation  to  thy  will. 

O  thou  in  whom  raiy  strength  and  courage  lies. 
Open  thine  hand  and  give  mc  what  I  ask ! — 
More  ardent  love  to  thee,  my  heaven,  my  AH; 


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To  thee,  in  whom  my  happiness  is  placed ; 
To  thee,  thou  life  of  all  my  hopes  and  joys; 
Thou  Springy  of  these  affectionate  desires: 
I'd  love  thee  more  amidst  my  sharpest  pains, 
Vd  glorify  thy  name  in  all  my  wants, 
And  praise  thee  with  my  last  expiring  breath  :- 
Could  I  but  rule  this  foolish  heart  of  mine, 
I'd  break  at  once  the  chain  of  every  sin, 
I'd  tear  away  this  veil  of  unbelief. 
And  wear  dejection  on  my  brow  no  more. 
Haste,  haste,  that  happy,  that  delightful  day. 
When  this  vile  body  shall  return  to  dust; 
When  I  in  heaven  shall  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  find  me  perfect  in  contentment  there. 


XIII, 

And  the  Afatles  said  unto  the  Lord^ — Increase  our  Faiib, 

Luke  xvii.  5. 

Thus  the  apostles  pray*d: — and,  O  my  soul! 
Do  thou  repeat  the  short  petition  o'er : 
Cry,— Lord,  increase  my  faith,  and  ev*ry  grace, 
That  I  may  better  please  the  God  I  love.— 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  God,  deny  me  not; 
I  ask  a  rich  increase  of  things  divine. 
O  let  me  have  a  double  portion  here, 
However  small  my  share  in  meaner  things! 

The  sure  Foundation,  thou,  whereon  I  build' 
My  solid  hopes  of  everlasting  life; 
Thou  art  the  Fountain  of  all  real  good, 
.And  grace  and  glory  fill  thy  lib'ral  hands, 

o 


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O  make  my  faith  more  strong,  more  vigorous  stili; 
Tha:  I  may  vanquish  sa*^an*s  hellish  crew; 
That  I  may  conquer  all  my  inbred  lusts, 
This  world,  and  all  that  war  against  my  soul ; 
Increase  my  faith,  that  I  may  own  thee  just, 
And  glorify  thy  name  in  all  my  w^oes. 
Faith  can  enliven  every  other  grace. 
Can  make  me  joyful  in  my  sharpest  pains: 
Lord,  when  I  read  the  wonders  faith  has  done, 
I'm  all  impatience  for  its  large  increase. 

With  growing  fervor  I  repeat  the  cry, — 
Why  should  I  lang^uish  ?  Lord,  increase  my  faith! 
I  long  t'  advance  in  holiness  and  love  :— 
O  for  that  faith  which  purines  the  heart, 
That  faith  which  sweetly  humbles  all  the  mind,  ^ 

And  fills  the  soul  with  reverential  fear  I 

Hear  me,  O  Lord,  nsr  let  me  pray  in  vain  ; 
Increace  my  faiih,  that  I  may  render  praise. 
And  live  a  life  more  holy,  more  divine.  ^ 


XIV. 

tr^ff  Lord  is  my  Shepberdy  I  shall  7iot  'ij^r.nt. — Vualm  xxii.  1, 

O  BLESSED  v/ords,  and  welcome  to  my  soul! — 
Jesus  is  mine  ! — iny  cup  of  joy  is  full  ; 
Yes:  the  great  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  is  j^^ixe; — 
My  Lord,  ,my  Guide,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Friend; 
My  Righteousness,  my  Wisdom,  and  my  Strength; 
In  him  I  have  enough; — he  is  my  All; — 
Rich  are  the  pastures  of  his  bleeding  love ; 
All  fulaess  dwells  in  him; — I  shaU  not  want 


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O  lead  me,  Jesus,  to  the  sacred  field 
Where  thou  b^  night  and  da/  dost  watch  thy  flock, 
And  ler  my  wond'ring  eyes  intensely  gaze 
On  all  the  glories  of  ihy  person  there ! 
O  let  my  views  of  thee  grow  brighter  still. 
Till  I  in  heaven  shall  see  thee  as  thou  art. 
In  all  the  unveil'd  splendor  of  a  God ! 

My  thoughts  would  dwell  forever  on  thy  love:— 
How  pleasing,  how  reviving  is  the  theme ! 
O  let  my  heart  no  more  attempt  to  stray  ! 
No  more  let  unbelieving  fears  prevail; 
H  charge  my  sins  and  sorrows  all,  no  more 
To  inierrupt  the  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

Keep  me,  my  Shepherd,  ever  near  thy  side  ; 
Engrave  me  on  the  palm  of  thy  right-hand. 
And  set  me  as  a  seal  upon  thy  heart; 
Bind  with  love's  strongest  bands  my  heart  to  thine, 
Nor  let  me  dare  to  wander  from  thy  fold. 

Grateful,  I  trust  thee.  Lord!  and  can  believe 
"Whilst  I  rely  on  thy  almighty  aid. 
My  Shepherd  will  not  suffer  me  to  ert;— 
My  Shepherd  knows,  and  will  supply  my  wants. 


XV. 

Til  the  Multitude  of  my  Thnv^hts  vihhin  Wfi^  thy  ConiforU 
deight  Ttiy  Soul. —  Psalm  xciv.  19. 

How  ac*ive,  O  h'^w  nuin'rius  are  my  thoughts  ! 
How  haS' ilv  thev  flv  from  the-ne  to  theme  ! 
Sometimes  to  heaven  they  take  their  airy  flight, 
Then  down  to  hell  as  s\vifrlv  they  descend. 
Then  round  this  habitable  p^lobe  they  rove, 

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Through  seas,  and  fertile  fields,  and  dcsarts  rude: 
Sometimes  I  roll  in  af9uence  and  pride, 
Then  to  the  depths  of  poverty  go  down, 
Where  I  must  beg  my  bread,  or  starve  and  die: 
Sometimes  I  reach  a  monarch's  stately  throne, 
Then  to  the  meanest  cottage  I  retire; 
Through  various  scenes  am  hurried  to  and  fro; 
From  health  to  sickness,  and  from  life  to  death:- 
Yet,  in  the  midst  of  these  unnumbered  thoughts, 
Thy  comforts,  O  my  God,  delight  my  soul. 

Thee,  thou  eternal  Spirit,  I  adore. 
Who  taught  me  to  aspire  to  things  divine; 
Through  whose  free-agency  I  can  arise 
And  bid  adieu  to  all  created  things  : 
Yea,  I  can  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet. 
And,  looking  down,  pronounce  it  vanity ; 
When  wing'd  with  love  to  Jesus  I  can  fly. 
And,  tow'ring  far  above  the  azure  skies. 
Can  unmolested  triumph  in  his  smile. 
There  I  survey  the  wonders  of  his  cross. 
And  count  the  blessings  purchas*d  by  his  blood. 
With  his  unerring  word  I  there  converse. 
And  rest  secure  upon  his  faithfulness. 
His  wisdom,  justice,  holiness,  and  love. 
Uniting  in  redemption's  work  I  view, 
Till  meditation  kindles  into  praise  : 
Whilst,  in  the  multitude  of  pleasing  thoughts, 
Thy  comforts,  O  my  God,  delight  my  soul. 


XVI. 
Come,  LORD  yE SUS  f-^Reveldiiions  xxii.  20. 
Come,  JESUS,  thou  Desire  of  Nations!  come, 
Come  to  my  soul,  and  tell  me  thou  art  mine ! — 
Come  quickly,  Lord!— for  thee  my  spirits  faint, 


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>'or  thee  I  mourn,  for  thee  Tm  all  distressed  ^ 

O  come,  and  tell  me  that  I  have  a  share 

In  all  the  blessings  purchas'd  by  thy  blood!  — 

Come,  for  I  want  to  tell  thee  all  my  woes, 
And  rest  me  in  the  arms  of  thine  embrace. — 
Come,  now,  and  conquer  all  my  unbelief, 
Come,  and  subdue  these  gloomy  doubts  and  fears; 
Come,  and  enrich  my  soul  with  ev'ry  grace, 
And  teach  me  ail  the  wonders  of  thy  love; 
O  come,  and  manifest  thyself  to  me, 
And  let  thine  absence  grieve  my  soul  no  morel 

Come  quickl}-,  Lord,  and  melt  my  heart  for  sin; 

0  give  me  true  repentance; — *tis  thv  gift: — 
And  with  repentance  bring  my  pardon  seal'd. 
Thou  God  incarnate,  come ' — 1  long  to  gaze 
Upon  thy  wounded  hands,  thy  pierced  side. 
And  weep  o*er  those  memorials  of  my  sin. 

Come,  and  enlarge  my  soul  before  thy  throne  ;— » 

1  want  more  freedom  there,  more  near  access 
To  thee,  on  whom  alone  my  bliss  depends. 

Come,  Lord,  and  take  my  soul  with  all  its  powers, 
Allure  my  heart,  and  let  it  all  be  thine, 
So  shall  my  thoughts  be  ever  fix-d  on  thee. 

Come,  Lord,  and  give  me  conquest  o'er  the  world; 
Above  its  joys  and  sorrows  let  me  rise ; 
I  would  no  more  lie  groveling  in  the  dust, 
But  live  a  life,  like  angels,  quite  divine. 
But  O!  it  cannot  be  while  sin  remains. 
And  mixes  in  each  duty  I  perform ; — 
It  cannot  be  in  this  imperfect  state  — 
O  DEATH  I  how  much  art  thou  to  be  deslr'd, 

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Since  thou,  and  thou  Elone,  canst  set  me  free 
From  all  the  filthy,  latent  springs  of  sin 
Which  work  incessant  in  the  carnal  mind, 
In  that  which  is  unsanctified  as  vet 
Till  thou  thy  friendly  office  shak  perform. 

Come,  Jesus,  and  assist  me  to  aspire 
To  such  degrees  of  grace  and  holiness 
As  shall  prepare  ms  for  that  great  event. 

0  come,  and  cleanse  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  ev^r  keep  me  from  its  dreadful  powV— 

1  would  be  holy,  as  'tis  thy  comnnand, 
Yea,  Lord,  I  would  be  holy  as  thou  art: 
Do  I  not  love  thee  for  thy  holiness, 
Because  thou  art  a  just,  a  faithful  God? 
More  of  thy  purity  I  fain  vi^ould  know, 
More  of  thine  image  I  would  fain  receive; 
Come,  and  sustain  m.7  soul  in  all  my  woes;. 
Make  me  in  all  things  to  thy  will  resign'd,. 
That  I  may  ever  tread  impatience  down, 
And  grieve  the  Spirit  cf  thy  grace  no  more 

Jesus,  wiih  all  the  nrdor  of  my  scul, 
I  novv^  invite  and  call  thee  to  my  breast; 
O  hear  my  earnest  cry,  and  haste  away! 
Leap  o'er  the  horrid  mountains  of  my  nnSy 
Skip  o'er  the  hills  of  my  unworthiness, 
Like  lightening  let  thy  presence  ai!  destroy; 
O  come,  and  with  thy  glory  fill  my  soul  I 


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SUPPLEMENT. 


/  call  to  Remembrance  my  Song  hi  the  is7'/^^^— Psalm 

Jxxvii.  (5. 

1  Lord,  in  thy  mercy  I  rejoice, 

To  thee  I'd  frame  a  thankful  song, 

0  tune  my  heart,  assist  my  voice, 
And  let  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 

2  Grateful,  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  praise  thee  for  thy  cliast'ning  rod; 
Righteous  art  thou,  and  thou  alone, 
Thou  faithful,  cov*nant-keeping  God. 

5  Hadst  thou  not  scourg'd  this  sinful  frame, 
Hadst  thou  not  all  my  sufF 'rings  chose, 
No  songs  of  honor  to  thy  name 
Would  from  my  thoughtless  heart  arose. 

4  But  while  I  call  my  griefs  to  mind, 

And  read  the  songs  which  thou  hast  giv*n, 

1  can  pronounce  thee  good  and  kind, 
And  raise  my  grateful  thoughts  to  heav'n. 

5  Yes,  Lord,  I  thank  thee  from  my  heart 
For  all  my  poverty  and  pairs, 

Since  thou  by  them  hast  deign'd  t'  impart 
Divine  instruction  to  my  reins. 


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6  Jesus,  do  thou  for  ever  be 
All-over  glorious  in  my  sight; 
O  let  me  still  confide  in  thee, 
And  have  a  song  for  every  night ! 


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yis  shall  have  a  Song  as  in  the  Nigbt, — Isaiah  xxx*  2^. 

1  Take  courage,  O  my  soul !  and  rest 
By  faith  upon  thy  Saviour's  breast; 
He  is  thy  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
From  whom  all  consolations  spring. 

2  In  him  the  promises  were  made 
For  tby  support,  thy  present  aid; 
In  him,  all  precious  they  endure. 
Yea,  and  amen,  for  ever  sure. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  wondVous  grace 
♦    While  I  thy  promises  embrace;. 

I  taste  their  sweetness,  feel  their  pow'n 
And  triumph  in  the  darkest  hour. 

4  And  dost  thou  still  engage  to  cheer 
My  fainting  heart  with  joys  sincere  ? 
Wilt  thou  thy  gracious  words  fulfil, 
And  crown  my  head  with  blessings  still- 

5  Wilt  thou  still  comfort  and  sustain. 
Still  bless  and  sanctify  each  pain  ? 
Still  rule,  with  govermnent  so  mild. 
Thy  sickly,  weak,  and  helpless  child? 

6  Wilt  thou  indulge  me  from  above 
With  brighter  views  of  Jesu's  love? 
Shall  I  in  him  find  pure  delight. 
And  have  a  song  as  in  the  night? 


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7  O  for  a  more  enlarged  frame, 
A  heart  to  glorify  his  name  ! — 
To  him  unceasing  praise  belong, 
Who  with  his  blood  bought  every  song. 


III. 

Full  of  Grace  and  Truth, — John  i.  14. 

1  How  welcome  is  this  news 

To  souls  oppress 'd  with  fear, 
Why,  sinner,  why  wilt  thou  refuse 
To  leave  thy  burden  here  ? 

2  Is  Jesns  full  of  grace  ?— 
Then  why  dost  thou  complain  ? 

O ! — why  refuse  to  seek  his  face. 
His  favor  to  obtain  ? 

3  And  why  shouldst  thou,  my  soul, 
Go  mourning  all  thy  days  ? — 

Lord,  let  thy  grace  my  fears  controul. 
And  fill  my  mouth  with  praise. 

4  Revive  my  fainting  heart 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

Haste,  Lord,  and  grace  for  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  thoughts  above, 

5  I  thirst,  I  pant,  I  long 
For  brighter  views  of  thee; 

O  let  me  join  the  heavenly  throng, 
And  all  thy  glory  see. 

6  There  1  in  lofty  strains 
Shall  sing,  and  never  lire ; 

Forget  my  weaknesses  and  pains. 
And  all  thy  works  admire. 


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IV. 


We  have  an  Advocate  vjltJ)  the  Father ^  yesus  ChrUt  the 
Righteous. — 1  John  ii.  1. 

1  Thanks  to  thy  name,  thou  God  of  love. 
For  such  an  Advocate  above, 

Who  can  defend  thy  righteous  laws, 
And  plead  my  soul's  unrighteous  cause. 

2  Yes:  — f  )r  he  bore  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Obey*d  and  suffcr'd  in  my  name; 

He  ofFtr'd  up  himself  for  me, 

And  pleads  that  off'ring  now  with  thee. 

3  He  pleads  both  law  and  justice  too. 
And  gives  them  both  their  proper  due ; 

•  Yea,  truth  is  honor'd  by  his  grace 
Before  the  bold  accuser's  face. 

4  As  my  all-wise  and  gracious  Friend^ 
He  pleads  against  that  hellish  fiend; 
The  Judge  approves  his  ev"ry  plea. 
And  sets  the  guilty  sinner  free. 

5  The  sinner  wonder  and  adore  :— 

O  let  me  doub'"  his  love  no  more!— 
My  weaknesses  he  kindly  bears, 
And  pities  all  my  sighs  and  tears. 

6  This  is  the  Advoca  e  and  King 
Whose  po\v*r  and  faithfulness  I  sing: 
His  powV  with  God  can  never  fail; 
Whene'er  he  pleads  he  must  prevail. 


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V. 

He  giveth  Po=uer  to  tie  Faint,  and  to  them  that  haie  no 

Might  he  increaseih  Strength. -^U^ivLh.  xl.  29. 
1  LcRD,  I'm  a  faint,  a  feeble  worm, 
But  thcu  ha§t  pov\  er  divine  ; 
Then  let  thine  own  almiglity  arm 
Sustain  this  soul  of  mine* 

2  Pity  my  weakness,  gracious  God, 
And  tl\is  kind  word  fulfil: — 
O  give  me  strength  to  bear  thy  rod. 
To  suffer  all  thy  will! 

5  I  ask  for  pow'r  to  hope  and  fear. 
For  pow'r  to  seek  thy  face ; 
Pow'r  to  suppress  each  sinful  care. 
To  trust  thy  promised  grace. 

4  Increase  my  strength,  thou  God  of  might. 

In  weakness  make  me  strong; 
And  in  this  dark  and  gloomy  night 
Afford  my  soul  a  song. 

5  Why  should  my  thoughts  in  sadness  rest, 

Why  murmur  and  repine  ? — 
Bring  resignation  to  my  breast, 
Willi  peace,  and  joy  divine. 

6  Helpless  I  cast  my  cares  on  thee. 

Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries ; 
1  shall  ere  long  thy  glory  see, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  e)es. 

7  Till  tlien  my  faith  shall  keep  her  hold 

On  Jesu*s  righteousness; 
His  grace  can  make  the  fearful  bold, 
Yea,  joyful,  in  distress* 


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VI. 

^he  Lavj  is  j/j/nVi^ct/,— Romans  vii.  14. 

1  The  law  of  God  is  just, 
A  strict  and  holy  way ; 

And  he  that  would  escape  the  curse 
Must  all  the  law  obey, 

2  Not  one  vain  thought  must  rise. 
Not  one  unclean  desire ; 

He  must  be  holy,  just,  and  wise. 
Who  keeps  the  law  entire. 

3  If  in  one  point  he  fail 

In  thou2^ht,  in  word,  or  cleed, 
The  curses  of  the  law  prevrail, 
And  rdst  upon  his  head. 

4  Now  let  me  bring  my  heart. 
And  with  the  law  compare, 

And  ask, — If  I  in  every  part 
Have  paid  obedience  there  I 

5  I  tremble  and  retreat ; 
Behold,  O  God !  I'm  vile : 

Guilty,  I  fall  before  thy  feet. 
And  own  my  nature's  soil. 

G       Lord,  I  have  broke  thy  law: 
1  now  lament  my  sin: — 
Still  I  offend  in  all  I  do, 
I'm  carnal  and  unclean. 

7       And  does  the  curse  still  rest 
Upon  nmy  guilty  head?— 
No: — Jesus, — let  his  name  be  blest!— 
Hath  borne  it  in  my  stead. 


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He  hath  fulfill'd  the  law, 
And  bought  my  peace  with  Gcd; 
'Tis  here  my  soul  her  comfort  draw, 

And  leaves  her  heavy  load.  ^i  j. 


VII. 

Tour  bea'ccnly  Father  knovietb  that  ye  have  Need  of  all 
these  Thi?igs^ — Matthew  vi.  32. 

1  Is  God  my  Father  and  my  Friend  .' — 
Then  why,  my  soul,  these  heavy  sighs  ? 
O  let  thy  hope  on  him  depend. 

And  he  will  send  thee  fresh  supplies. 

2  Arise,  arise,  and  seek  his  face, 
Nor  mind  what  carnal  reason  saith ; 
The  God  of  providence  and  grace 
Now  calls  on  thee  to  live  by  faith» 

3  He  knows  the  weakness  of  thy  frame, 
He  knows  thy  wants,  he  sees  thy  woes; 
Then,  O  let  his  endearing  name 

Of  Father — all  thy  thoughts  compose! 

4  Trust  in  his  faithful,  tender  care. 
Lay  all  thy  gloomy  fears  aside; 
For  in  his  love  thou  hast  a  share. 
Thy  heavenly  Father  will  provide, 

5  He  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 
He  clothes  the  lilies  of  the  field. 
And  will  he  pass  his  children  by, 

-    Whom  he  hath  sanctified  and  sealed? 

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6  No :  he  has  bowels  for  the  poor, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  fix'd  above. 
Who  wait  as  beggars  at  his  door, 
And  rest  on  his  unchanging  love. 

7  On  him  I  cast  my  ev'ry  care, 
He  is  my  Father,  rich  and  grand; 
For  earth  and  all  its  treasures  are 
At  the  disposal  of  his  hand. 

&  Yea,  he  is  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

And  l^ord  of  that  bright  world  above  j 

Where  I,  ere  long,  shall  feast  my  eyes, 
And  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love. 


VIII. 

Ee  that  is  soon  angry  dealetb  foolishly, — Proverbs  xiv.  IT'* 

1  Christian, — examine  well  thy  mind; 
Ask, — Is  my  soul  to  wrath  inclin'd  ? 

Thus,  home  the  matter  bring  : 
Am  I  so  foolish,  so  unwise, 
To  let  my  angry  passions  rise 

At  ev'ry  trifling  thing  ? 

2  I  tell  thee  in  Jehovah's  fear, 
Thou  dost,  if  thou  art  guilty  here, 

Thine  own  disgrace  procure; 
Thou  dost  in  this  dishouoi  God, 
Thou  dost  prepare  thyself  a  rod. 

And  thou  shalt  smart  as  sure. 


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3  Then  lay  thy  peevishness  aside, 
Let  truth  arid  meekness  be  thy  guide 

Through  every  stage  of  life; 
Let  all  thy  conduct  well  agree 
With  what  thou  dost  profess  to  be. 
And  thou  shalt  rest  from  strife. 


IX. 

OPENING  MY  NEW  BIBLE. 

Open  thou  mi  tie  E/es,  that  I  may  heboid  'vjondrous  Thing'^i  % 

out  of  thy  Lav). — Psalm  cxix,  18.. 

1  Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes ; 
Teach  and  instruct  me  by  thy  word, 
And  make  me  truly  wise. 

2  Make  me  to  know  and  understand 

Thy  whole  revealed  will; 
Fain  would  I  learn  to  comprehend 
Thy  love  more  clearly  still. 

3  Help  me  to  read  this  volume  o*er 

With  new  and  fresh  delight;  l^ll^ 

Help  me  to  love  its  Author  more,  ^jBf 

To  seek  thee  day  and  night. 

4  Ope  thou  mine  eyes,  enlarge  my  heart, 

And  make  mv  faith  more  strong  ;  ^^41^ 

So  shall  the  precepts  thou  hast  taught ' 
Be  my  delightful  song. 

5  O  may  this  word  my  thoughts  engage 

In  each  perplexing  case  ; 
Help  me  to  feed  on  ev'ry  page. 
And  grow  in  ev'ry  grace. 

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O  let  it  pui'ffy  my  heart, 
And  guide  me  all  my  days ! 

Its  wonders,  Lord,  to  me  impart, 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 


X. 

But  Martha  vias  cufnbered,  &c.— Luke  x.  40. 

But  why  did  Martha  take  this  load 
While  Jesus  in  her  house  abode  ? 
His  visit  never  was  designed 
To  vex  or  interrupt  her  mind. 
'Twas  love  that  brought  him  to  her  door. 
He  sought  her  heart,  and  nothing  more ; 
He  wanted  no  delicious  fare. 
Though  his  attendants  crowded  there : 
Btit  Martha's  heart  was  much  like  mine, 
Prone- to  mistake  her  Lord's  design. 
Her  love,  no  doubt,  was  quite  sincere, 
But  she  discovered  weakness  here; 
Perhaps  *twas  pride  possessed  her  breast, 
And  r.rg'd  her  to  set  forth  her  best ; 
She  thought  to  have  it  told  abroad 
How  well  she  entertain'd  her  Lord. — 
Methinks  I  see  her,  full  of  care, 
Fond  of  attending  here  and  there ; 
But,  to  suppress  her  vain  desire, 
Her  strength  and  patience  equal  tire, 
She  calls  her  sister  to  assist ; 
But  here  her  careful  aim  is  miss'd ; — 


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Kary  is  plac'd  at  Jesu's  feet. 

Nor  will  she  quit  her  humble  seat.— - 

Now  Martha's  anger  must  appear; 

She  thinks  her  Master  deals  severe. 

Thus  to  indulge  her  sis'^er's  rest 

While  she  for  help  was  quite  distrest:—- 

«'  My  Lord/*  said  she,  *♦  have  I  a  share 

*'  In  thy  compassion  and  thy  care  ? 

**  Then  chide  my  sister's  idleness, 

**  And  bid  her  help  to  serve  the  guest.*'-— 

Here  Martha's  pride  receiv'd  a  blow, 

Her  Master's  answer  laid  her  low; 

O  sure  her  heart  was  almost  broke 

When  thus  the  dear  Redeemer  spoke:— 

**  Martha,  thy  anxious,  troubled  mind 

"  Is  much  to  worldly  cares  confin'd; 

«*  But  think  of  this  while  here  thou  roll,— > 

*'  One  thing  is  needful  to  thy  soul; 

**  Marvin  this  good  part  rejoice, 

**  And  I  commend  her  serious  choice  ; 

"  While  at  my  feet  she  loves  to  stay, 

**  There's  none  shall  force  her  soul  away. 

O  let  this  answer  sound  abroad,— 
Formality  *s  by  God  abhorr'd— 
Let  those  who  in  his  favor  share 
Of  wordly-mindedness  beware: 
Let  Mary's  happy  choice  be  mine; 
Let  Jesu's  love  my  heart  entwine ; 

0  let  me  at  his  feet  be  found 
Whatever  guest  may  me  surround. 

1  sojourn  in  a  world  of  snares, 
Nor  should  m.y  mind  be  free  from  cares: 
Be  this  my  care^  in  every  place, — 
To  glorify  the  God  of  grace  : 

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Guard  me,  O  God  I  on  ev'ry  side, 
From  all  anxiety  and  pride ; 
Careless  of  praise,  I'd  seek  to  be 
Commended  and  approv'd  by  thee; 


XI. 

And  iehold  Boaz  catne  from  Betbieheni,  and  sdia  unto  the 
the  Reapers^  the  Lord  be  imth  you :  and  they  ansviered 
hinij  the  Lord  bless  tbee. — Ruth  li.  4, 

Behold  the  man  ! — how  humble  is  his  mind  ! 
How  pleasant  are  his  looks! — ^his  words  how  kind! 
Methinks  I  see  him  in  the  harvest  field 
Adoring  him  who  made  the  earth  to  yield; 
Methinks  I  hear  him  to  the  reapers  say, — 
*'  The  Lord  be  with  and  streng;then  you  to  day; 
*'  The  Lord  be  with  your  spirits  as  with  mine, 
"  And  sweetly  lead  your  thoughts  to  things  divine  ; 
*'  May  he  who  has  enrich'd  this  barren  land* 
"  Command  a  blessing  on  each  lab'ring  hand." — 

The  reaping  servants  kept  their  humble  place, 
And  yet  rejoice  to  see  their  master's  face; 
Methinks  1  hear  them  eagerly  reply, — 
"  The  Lord  Jehovah  bless  thee  fronn  on  high : 
*'  May  ev'ry  favor  thou  to  us  hast  given 
'<  Be  well  rewarded  by  the  King  of  heaven ; 
*'  May'st  thou  in  thine  own  soul  be  richly  bless*d, 
*'  And  in  thy  harvest  meet  with  great  success.'* — • 

Thus  Boaz,  with  gentleness,  his  servants  taught. 
And  they  a  blessing  for  their  master  sougiit. 
Attend,  ye  masters,  for  1  must  pursue 
My  faithful  plan,  and  turn  from  Ecxiz  to  you  :— 

*  It  was  the  first  harvest  after  a  faviint^ 


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Away  with  all  your  tyranny  and  pride, 

Let  meekness  all  your  words  and  actions  guide; 

O  seek  the  blessing  of  an  hunrjble  mind, 

And  let  your  servants  prove  you  good  and  kindj 

Like  Boaz  of  old,  do  you  their  welfare  seek, 

And  in  Jehovah's  name  as  kindly  speak; 

With  them  be  neither  trifling,  vain,  nor  gay. 

Yet  be  familiar  in  a  prudent  way ; 

Encourage  them  in  all  they  undertake, 

So  shall  they  love  to  labor  for  your  sake ; 

Direct,  instruct,  exhort  them  with  delight, 

And  let  their  souls  be  precious  in  your  sight; 

Let  your  example  ev'ry  vice  reprove. 

And  you'll  coinmand  both  reverence  and  love : 

O  let  that  bright  example  Jesus  gave 

Teach  you  your  duty  to  the  meanest  slave  ! — 

If  he  your  pattern  and  instructor  be, 

You'll  condescend  to  men  of  low  degree. 


xn. 

ADDRESSED  TO  MR.  AND  MRS ,  UPON 

THEIR  MARRIAGE. 

Did  Joshua  solemnly  record 
That  he  and  his  would  serve  the  Lord?  - 
Do  you,  my  friends,  resolve  anew. 
That  you  and  ycurs  will  serve  him  too. 
O  let  this  be  your  chiefest  care. 
Your  frequent  and  united  prayer! 
Sit  hand  in  hand  at  Tern's  feet, 
That  he  may  bles  •  >^?."ner''  -^a*-. 


As  i  new  scene  of  life  employs, 
Ltt  new  desires  of  grace  arise, 
That  you  may  fill  each  duty's  place^ 
And  shine  liKe  s^-ints  in  ev'ry  grace  i 
Let  seriousness:  attend  your  walk 
In  all  your  actions  and  your  talk; 
Lee  each  fulnl  their  part  of  love, 
d  blessings  to  each  other  prove; 
ill  your  joys,  or  griefs,  or  fearS, 
ve  to  allay  each  other  s  cares; 
Inspir'd  with  grace  and  love  divine. 
Let  evVy  christian  temper  shine ; 
So  shall  your  children  love  your  word. 
When  they  are  taught  to  fear  the  Lord  j  ■ 
Your  kind  inspection  let  them  share, 
And  watch  them  vi^ith  a  tender  care. 

Do  thou  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart, 
That  Chiist  may  dwell  in  house  and  heart; 
And  let  thy  servants  plainly  prove 
Thi^t  they  are  such  as  Jesus  love. 


XIIL 
TO  MRS.  - 


Ti-fii  garment  that  you  gave  me  I  admire, 
*t  sviiis  ine,  as  I'm  fond  of  neat  attire; 
A:h1,  shorrld  uncertain  health  admit,  I'll  wear 
Tlr.3  gav^jent.to  the  honor  of  your  care. 

-'•  :  ;  r::ent  I  -  leave  It,  -and  pursue 

\  i\.-\.\iy  y  ,  hich  now  presents  my  view  : 

V/  r  k\x\d  hand  to  me  "avor  broug htj 

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First,  I  surveyed  my  soul's  sad  nakedness, 
Then  vievv'd  a  Saviour's  sp^Dtless  righteousness. 
O  boundless  love!— O  grace! — both  rich  and  free, 
This  robe  of  righteousness  was  wrought  for  me: 
'Tis  ev'ry  way  complete;  'tis  rich  and  grand, 
And  needs  no  alteration  at  my  Viand. — 
O  blessed  robe ! — 'tis  broad  enough  to  hide 
My  unbelief,  and  all  my  former  pride. 

My  soul,  rejoice  when  I  its  virtues  view, 
And  praise  his  name  who  made  and  gave  it  too. 


XIV. 

RETURNING  A  BORROWED  BOOK  ON  "  THE 

HEAVENLY  RACE,"  FROM 

1  Cor.  ix,  24. 

So  run  that  ye  may  obtain. 

Madam, — I  now  return  your  little  book. 
And  thank  you  for  the  short,  but  pleasing  look; 
For  though  *tis  only  for  a  trifle  sold, 
'Tis  more  than  worth  its  weight  in  shining  gold. 
It  was  for  slothful  souls  at  first  design'd, 
And  vastly  suited  my  sad,  sluggish  mind. 
I  read,  I  hope,  with  seriousness  and  care. 
And  highly  priz'd  the  truths  I  met  with  there. 
May  I  be  taught  to  run  this  heavenly  race ; 
(To  run,  indeed,  I  am  resolv'd  by  grace) 
O  may  I  run  so  as  to  win  the  crown. 
Nor  tire  till  I  with  angels.set  me  down! — • 


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Ncr  wotiia  I  run  this  heavenly  race  alone; 
Fain  would  I  see  the  world  aspire  the  throne : 
I'd  have  my  friends  and  foes,  and  all  agree 
To  run  this  race,  and  strive  to  outrun  me. 
Heaven,  indeed,  is  worth  our  utmost  pains; 
O  let  us  strive  to  reach  those  blissful  plains ! 
And  if  we  meet  the  cross  as  christians  do, 
May  we  not  faint,  but  run  with  patience  through  : 
O  lei  us  think  of  looking  back  no  more, 
ut  run  while  Jesus  shews  an  open  door  1 
St  he  in  anger  shut  the  heavenly  gate. 
And  tell  us,  with  a  frown, — *'  'Tis  now  too  late!" 


XV. 

TO  THE  REV.  MR.  - 


REV.  SIR, 

*Tis  with  a  grateful  view  I  now  retire, 
And  act  agreeble  to  your  desire  : 
Amongst  my  dearest  friends,  you,  do  I  find, 
Share  in  my  thoughts,  and  dwell  upon  my  mind  , 
Nor  need  I  plead  excuse  for  this  long  pause. 
Since  pain  and  sickness  can  defend  my  cause. — 
But  O  how  wond'rous  great  the  debt  of  love 
I  owe  to  him  who  reigns  Supreme  above! 
*Tis  he  alone  who  has  preserv'd  my  breath. 
And  once  more  rais'd  me  from  the  gates  of  death; 
He  has  reviv'd  my  dying  frame  again, 
And  giv'n  fne  strength  to  hold  and  guide  my  pen* 
O  may  my  few  remaining  hours,  or  days. 
Be  all  improved  to  his  eternal  praise  ! 
May  I  more  faithful  prove,  more  lively  grow^ 
Arid  daily  more  of  Jesus  seek  to  know ; 


A'- 

May  I  more  highly  prize  his  precious  blood, 
And  learn  to  walk  more  humbly  with  my  God  !— 
This  let  my  unknown  friend  for  me  intreat, 
Till  I  rejoice  in  holiness  complete; 
Till  I  shall  sigh  no  more,  but  sweetly  rest 
From  all  that  now  disturb  my  panting  breast. 
In  heaven's  unmingled  joys  I  hope  to  share, 

And  meet  the  tender-hearted  there : 

Yes,  there  is  your  reward,  both  rich  and  free, 

F©r  ev'ry  act  of  kindness  done  to  me  : 

There  he,  whose  cause  you  plead,  whose  name  you  sp 

Will  place  a  crown  of  glory  on  your  head. 

Let  this,  dear  sir,  your  warm  desires  enlarge 

To  win  the  souls  coinmitted  to  your  charge ; 

And  may  the  mighty  God  in  safety  keep 

The  watchful  shepherd  and  his  tender  sheep ; 

May  he  ^our  ev'ry  public  meeting  bless, 

And  crown  your  faithful  labors  with  success; 

May  he  in  private  duties  make  you  know 

How  much  of  heaven  may  be  enjoy'd  below; 

Thus  may  your  latter  days  be  bless*d  indeed, 

Till  glory  all  your  va*st  desires  exceed,— 

But  while  I  sojourn  here,  I  hope  to  be 

Still  honor'd  with  your  friendship,  pure  and  free : 

I  owe  you  thanks  for  granting  me  a  share 

In  your  compassion,  sympathy,  and  care; 

1  fi-eely  render  these,  as  justly  due, 

And  ask  the  favor  •f  a  line  from  vou. 

I  feel,  dear  sir,  much  heaviness  of  mind, 

Because  I  am,  through  weakness,  still  confin'd: 

0  strive  to  put  my  pensive  thoughts  to  shan\e. 
And  teach  me  to  maintain  a  cheerful  frame  1— 
But,  oh  !  I  lire; — Alas,  my  trembling  hand!— - 
My  weakness  puts  me  to  a  sudden  stand; 

1  must  at  present  take  a.  resting  spell, 

And  bid  vou,  yener?^blv  sir,—- farewell.--* 

S.  H, 


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XVI. 


TO  MY  UNKNOWN  BENEFACTOR  AT 


Then  she  Jell  on  her  face  and  bo^ed  herself  to  the  Ground , 
and  said  unto  hini,  IVhy  have  I  found  Grace  in  thine 
£yes,  that  thou  shouldest  take  Knowledge  of  me  %  seeing 
I  am  a  Stranger. — Ruth  ii,  10. 


Hus  Ruth  receiv'd  the  kindness  of  her  friend, 
ho  met  her  with  a  liberal  heart  and  hand, 
And  welcom'd  her  to  glean  upon  his  ground; 
Where  rich  provision  she  in  plenty  found. 
Such  unexpected  favors, — as  appears, — 
Refresh'd  her  heart,  and  chas'd  away  her  fears : 
She  reckon'd  Boaz's  kindness  truly  great, 
Thus  to  regard  her  in  her  low  estate  ; 
Strong  were  th'  emotions  of  her  grateful  mind, 
Nor  could  she  keep  those  grateful  thoughts  confin'd; 
Meekly  she  bow'd,  and  ask*d  him  with  surprize, — 
*'  Why  have  I  found  such  favor  in  thine  eyes : 
«<  Thar  thou  should'st  thus  incline  to  notice  me, 
«<  Seeing  I  am  a  stranger  unto  thee  V — 
Thus  did  she  honor  him  within  the  view- 
Both  of  the  reapers,  and  his  servants  too : 
And  all  that  read  the  pleasing  story  must 
Confess  that  her  ackncvvledgment  was  just. 
Such  acts  of  kindness  should  excite  and  raise 
The  poor  receiver's  gratitude  and  praise. 

Then, — O  my  friends! — permit  me  to  confesi 
That  I  received  your  gifts  with  thankfulness; 
Like  Ruth,  I  would  be  grateful,  and  declare 
How  much  I  prize  your  tenderness  and  care ; 


Your  fkvors  have  refreshed  me,  and  I  find 

My  thoughts,  like  hers,  too  warm  to  be  conRn'd: 

Thankful  I  bow,  and  wonder  at  your  love, 

And  usk  the  question  as  you  read  above; 

I'm  all  unworthy  of  the  smallest  mite, 

Why  have  I  found  such  favor  in  your  sight? 

V/hy  am  I  blest  with  such  an  ample  share 

In  your  compassion,  sympathy,  and  care? 

These  unexpected  favors  tend  to  raise 

My  thoughts  above,  in  gratitude  and  praise, 

^o  him  who  m.ade  niy  friends,  both  great  and  small. 

Who  rules,  and  overrules,  the  hearts  of  all. 

At  his  rich  goodness  I  admiring  stand. 

And  bless  his  kind  and  providential  hand: 

0  may  his  free,  his  condescending  grace 
Shine  brighter  to  nmy  views  in  Jesu's  face  !— 

1  want  a  gale  from  heaven, — a  gale  divine, — 
To  rouse  this  drowsy,  lukewarm  soul  of  mine. 

I  wish  my  dear,  though  unknown  friends,  m.ay  be 
More  earnest  at  the  throne  of  grace  for  me : 
I'm  oft  oppress'd  with  gloomy  doubts  and  fears, 
And  often  deal  with  sighs,  and  groans,   and  tears; 
I  meet  with  many  sorrows  in  my  way; 
My  outward  weakness  tries  ine  night  and  day; 
1  am  as  yet  a  pris'ner  close  connn'd, 
But  hope  my  sweet  release  will  soon  be  sign'd. — 

Farewell  my  kind  and  v/orthy  friends! — adieu!— 
Mercy  and  ptace  be  multiplied  to  you!' 

S.  h 

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O  Lord,  I  beseech  tlee,  semi  fio^  Prosperity*  .--^^-.^Xm 

cxviii.  25. 

G  WHAT  are  all  the  best  designs 
To  work  upon  rebellious  ininds ! 
'Tis  not  by  might,  or  pcwV,  or  word. 
But  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord; 
»Tis  only  his  own  power  that  can 
Subdue  the  stubborn  will  of  man: 
Then  let  my  faith  address  his  throne, 
And  ask  success  of  hiiii  alone. — 
Eless  this  attempt,  Q  God  of  grace! 
To  ev'ry  soul,  in  evVy  place. 
Do  thou  prosperity  ordain, 
That  none  may  read  or  hear  in  vain. 

This  I  request  in  Jesu*s  name ; 
His  glory  is  my  highest  aim: 
O  for  his  sake  let  sinners  be 
Converted  from  their  sins,  to  thee! 
Do  thou  my  warm  desires  succeed, 
And  make  this  call — a  call  indeed!—- 
Weak  as  it  is,  thy  powVful  hand 
Can  iTiake  it  useful  to  the  land. 

Pity  the  nation's  deep  distress, 
And  work  its  peace  in  righteousness. 
Now  for  prosperity  I  pray : — 
Send  it,  O  Lord,  without  delay  ! 

*  Referring  to  a  i?nall  piece  sJ  nc  in  the  time  of 
the  late'ivar,  entitled,—*'  A  CALL  '^  O  BLlTAlNr^ 
many  tbousands  of'wbich  v:ere  ^  '^'-^- 


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XVIII. 

I  a  111  as  a  IVonder  wiio  tnany:  let  viy  Mcuih  ie  filled  'Oiith 
thy  Praise,  and  'votth  thy  Honor  all  the  Day. — Psalm 
Ixxi.  7,  8, 

Lord,  help  me  to  come  near  thy  seat, 
And  there  again  let  wonders  meet : 
I  am  a  wonder:  but  I  know 
'Tis  thou  alone  that  makes  me  so.— 
What  shall  I  say  ? — thy  hand  has  wrought 
Such  wonders  as  exceed  my  thought: — 

Wonders  ! -nor  can  I  answer  more; 

I  must  sit  silent  and  adore. — 

My  God,  how  wond'rous  is  tlvy  pow'r 

That  kept  me  in  the  darkest  hour; 

Which  help'd  me  to  hold  fast  my  hope, 

And  bore  so  long  my  courage  up  ! — 

'Twas  wond'rous  mercy,  rich  and  free. 

That  I  could  then  confide  in  thee : 

Kadst  thou  not  kept  me  by  thy  grace 

I  should  have  curs*d  thee  to  tfiy  face; 

How  often,  Lord,  I  cannot  tell. 

Did  my  ungrateful  heart  rebel ! 

But  thou  as  often  didst  compose 

And  caliTi  each  murm'ring  thought  that  rose. 

How  oft  did  satan  fright  my  soul ! 

But  thou  didst  all  his  rage  controul. 

And  mad'st  his  vile  tempiations  prove 

The  helpers  of  my  faith  ai-  •  1  jve. 

O  let  my  mouth  be  fiU'd  with  praise,  ^ 

And  with  thy  hohor  all  mv  days; 

Assist  nyF' willing  soul  to  frame 

New  songs  of  glory  to  thy  name! 

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Jesus,  my  never-failing  Friend, 
Who  doth  to  all  my  groans  attend, 
Forever  shall  thy  kindness  be 
Remember'd  and  exiolFd  by  me.— 
Though  thou  hast  made  my  flesh  to  smart, 
And  pain  d  my  head,  and  griev'd  my  heart, 
'Twas  all  m  mercy,  now  I  see, 
That  such  sad  lYionths  were  writ  for  me. 
I'll  plead  thy  cause,  my  righteous  God, 
For  thou  hast  taught  me  by  thy  rod; 
1  know  thee  better  than  before, 
1  fear,  I  love,  I  trust  thee  more. 

Father,  I'm  not  asham'd  to  tell 
The  world, — that  thou  dost  all  things  well.— • 
Yes: — I  will  still  thy  hand  confess,  ?;i 

And  glory  in  thy  faithfulness.—  '^| 

To  thee  myself  I  now  resign:  I 

Take  me! — I'll  be  for  ever  thine;  ! 

And  aim  to  lifi  thy  glories  high,  ! 

To  love  and  praise  thee  till  I  die*. 


*  This  piece  is  dated  Octoher  1783,  in  the  MS.  and 
tibpears  to  hwve  been  the  last  time  cf  her  using  a  pen. 


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AUTHOR'S  LIFE. 


X  HE  Writer,  hearing  She  had  left  her  place, 
and  was  very  ill  at  her  mothers,  called  upon  her, 
as  a  neighbor,  on  Tuesday  evening,  January  12,  1773, 
and  found  her  weak  and  low,  upon  a  couch: — He 
asked  her  what  the  doctor  thought  of  her  case  ?  She 
replied,  He  feared  she  was  decayed. 

Q^  But  what  do  you  think  of  your  disease  yourself? 

A.  I  have  for  some  time  given  up  all  thoughts  of 
Uving. 

Q.  If  so, — how  are  your  thoughts  respecting  another 
world  ? 

A.  I  am  in  the  dark  as  to  that. 

Q^  Have  you  any  hope  that  it  will  go  well  with  yo 
for  eternity  ? 

A.  If  I  had,  I  think  I  could  gladly  depart :  for  I  have 
for  some  time  seen  an  emptiness  in  this  present  world. 

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Q.  Have  not  I  noticed  you  as  serious  and  attentive  ::c 
public  worship  ?  * 

A.  At  times  it  has  been  so: — for  I  have  frequently 
ha(|convictions,  but  they  have  been  like  the  morn-cloud ; 
• — sin  and  vanity  have  stifled  them  again  and  again. 

Q.  But,  as  you  have  attended  an  evangelical  ministry, 
I  trust  you  are  acquainted  with  the  way  of  salvation, 
and  how  a  poor  sinner  is  to  be  accepted  of  God. 

A.  Yes, — blessed  be  his  name  ! — I  do  know  ths 
way: — and  if  I  did  but  know  I  was  in  the  way  I  ccnld 
die  quietly. 

Then  she  entered  into  the  cause  of  her  doubts  and 
fea.rs,  which  grearly  encouraged  me;  as  she  spoke  of 
her  heart  like  one  that  was  deeply  acquainted  witii  its 
sinfulness  and  depravity. 

Q.  Why  did  not  you  open  the  state  cf  your  mind 
to  somebody  who  might,  under  God,  have  given  you 
counsel  ? 


! 


A.  I  could  not  speak  before  to  any  one: — but,  as  I 
have  now  told  you  something  of  my  state,  hope  you 
will  come  and  see  me  as  often  as  you  can  while  I  am 
here,  as-I  expect  it  will  not  be  long;  and  pray  for  me, 
that  I  may  be  brought  to  know  Jesus  Christ  and  his 
precious  solvation,  so  as  it  may  go  well  with  me  after 
death. 

"^■'  ■  «50ul  rejoiced.  And,  after  spending  some  time 
er,  I  left  iier,  beli^ir.g  God  would  liianifest 
' le  th?,t  seeuK-'d  so  truly  humbled  and  >.ensiWe 


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^  j...iiess  would  not  permit  rny  visiting  her  a^^aaKi 
till  the  Saturday  evening  following","  when  she  vras 
taken  to  her  chainber  and  bed,  expecting,  iV  she  said, 
to  go  no  more  down  till  carried  in  hercoinn. — Enquiring 
into  the  present  state  of  her  mind,  l;er  answer  w«^ji»  to 
this  effect: 

'  Better  something,  through  m.ercy. — I  begin  to  see 
some  glimnnering  of  hope,  that,  vile  and  unworthy  as 
I  am,  I  shall  obtain  divine  favor  through  Christ  Jesus. 
— I  gather  from  the  word, — He  is  as  willing  as  he  is 
able  to  ^ave,  unto  the  uttermost,  all  that  coiTie  unto 
God  by  him. — I  desire  to  look  to  him  alone,  and  would 
wait  to  see  his  salvation. — Oh  !  that  he  would  please  to 
give  me  some  token  of  his  favcr ; — some  pledge  of  my 
being  interested  in  his  blood  and  righteousness ;  that, 
before  I  go  hence,  I  may  be  helped  to  say. — <*  He  hath 
**  loved  me,  and  given  himself  for  me:'*  Oh!  how 
pleasant  would  death  be  then.'       ^> 

This  reply  opened  a  door  for  conversation  upon  the 
precious  things  that  pertain  to  eternal  life  and  godli- 
ness; and  pleasing  it  was  to  find  so  young  a  person,  ^  ^ji 
^nd  one  whose  days  had  been  spent,  as  it  v/ere^  in" 
obscurity,  able  to  speak  so  judiciously  upon  the  great 
and  fundamental  things  of  God,  After  pfayer,  I 
departed,  finding  my  own  soul  refreshed;  and  the  netit 
day,  being  the  sabbath,  went  again: — and,  at^gping  tb 
the  bed  side,  she  said, 

'  I  am  glad  to  see  you  ;  now  I  have  good  news  to 
tell  you  ; — God  docs  verily  hear  and  answer  prayer: — 
I  have  found  wha"  I  wanted,  and  can  now  die  in  peace- 
^ — Oh,  whit  a  discovery  has  been  made  to  me  since  I 
saw  you! — About  four  o'clock  this  morning,  as  i  by 


*<-  ■7^ 


i88 

sleepless,  and  was  lamenting  over  my  guilt  and  sinful- 
Hess,  the  Lord,  of  his  infinite  mercy,  gave  me  faith  to 
look  to  **  the  blood  of  sprinkling;"  and  I  was  helped 
to  lay  hold  on  Jesus,  as  my  only  Saviour;  and  nov/, 
methinks,  I. am  clothed  with  his  righteousness. — What 
grace  and  mercy  to  so  sinful  and  worthless  a  creature  1* 

Having  said  this,  notwithstanding  her  bodily  v/eak- 
ntss,  she  burst  out  into  a  flow  of  such  sublinae  ascriptions 
of  praise  as  cannot  be  repeated  without  injuring  their 
beauty: — -recovering  herself,  she  said  to  a  person  that 
was  near, 

*  You  prayed  last  night  that  I  might  have  a  good 
sabbath  to-day;  and  a  sabbath  indeed  I  have  had! — 
such  an  one  as  I  never  expected  in  this  world ;  but  I 
believe  it  is  the  beginning  of  a  long  one,  even  an  eternal 
sabbath  : — sure  I  cannot  live  till  the  return  of  another; 
—my  heart  and  flesh  seem  to  be  failing  as  fast  as  my 
pulse  beats;  **  but  God,"  blessed  be  his  name!  "  is  the 
**  strength  of  my  heart,  and  my  portion  for  ever." 

Then  she  laid  still  awhile;  and,   after  taking  some- 
thing to  moisten  her  mouth,  she  said, 

**  Lord,  now  let  thy  servant  depart  in  peace,   for 
**  mine^yes  have  seen  thy  salvation.'* 

I  left  her  for  some  time,  but  came   again   in   the 

evening,   and  found  her  youngest  brother  in  tears,   she 

having,  I  was  told,   been  taking  an  affecting  leave  of 

him;  and  seeing  her  mother  weeping  also,  she  intrcated 

her  to  desist,  saying, — *  You  wound  my  heart.     Wil! 

you  grieve  because  I  am  going  to  be  freed  from  sin. 


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And  made  happy  with  God?' — then  said, — *  But  I  have 
another   brother  to  take  leave  of;    ask  hini  to  conic 
rear.'     He  came :  and  she  said  unto  him  in  this  wise  : 
— *  Dear  brotiier!  you  see  mc  in  a  dying  situation;  I 
shall   LOon   be   removed  out  of   your  sight  ;    take  an 
rxhorrarion  from  me  now,  and  remember  it :— Do  not 
you,  as  I  have  too  much  done,  spend  your  lime  in  sin 
and  vanity  ;    but  remember — you    must    die  : — think, 
theref  <rv.^,  about  your  piecious  soul,    which  can  never 
die  ;— remember    yoi.r   Creator   in   the   days    of   your 
yo?r.h  : — seek  an  interest  in  Jesus  Christ,  who  alone  can 
save  you  from  the  wrath  to  come : — make  conscience 
of  secret  |.rayer.     The  Lord  has  done  great  things  for 
me,  and  he  is  ready  to  do  as  much  for  you  :»*-His  grace 
is  free;  only  seek  him,  and  you  will  find  he  is  willing 
and  able   to  do  for  you  above  what  you  can  ask  or 
think.     And  do,  my  dear  brother !   promise  me  these 
things: — that,    God   helping  you,   you   will   in   future 
avoid  bad  company : — I  know  your  occupation  exposes 
you  to  temp^ations  of  this  kind,  but  do   you  shun  the 
way  of   the   wicked:  eat   not   of   their  dainties;  for 
though  tliey  live  merrily  now,  sorrow  is  the  consequence 
of  sin: — abstain  from  lying,  cursing,  and  swearing:— 
keep  under  your  irregular  passions: — remember  the 
sabbath  day,  to  keep  it  holy; — obey  your  master  and 
those  you  are  under: — honor  your  mother,  and  be  kind 
unto  her;    think   of  the  many  troubles  she  has   gone 
through,  and  do  not   you  add  unto  them."'—— Having 
spent  herself,   she  stopped  to  take  <breath;    then  said, 
looking  earnestly  on  him, — '  And  will   you,   brother, 
take  my  advice? — will   you  remember  my  words  ?*•— 
then  turning  her  eyes  from  him,  she  lifted  them  up  to 
God,   and  cried, — *  Lord,   do  thou  help  him  !    do  thou 
teach  him  these  things  ! — Ixe  will  not,  he  can  not,  d» 


liiem  of  hiniself,   any  more  than  I  could.* — She  then 
shook  him  by  the  hand,  and  said, — *  Farewell,  farewell, 
my  dear  brother!   I   expect  to  see  you  no  more  in  this 
world* — He  being  gone,   her  discourse  turned  on  our 
natural  sinfuhiess  and  helplessness  : — after  which,   she 
spoke  o£  Christ,  his  power  and  willingness  to  save,  in 
such  an  exalted  manner,  as  ashamed  and  overwhelmed 
me.     Her  words  were  spoke   in   a  low  voice,   but  a 
mighty  power  seemed  to  attend  them  — She  continued 
in  this  frame  till  Thursday  evening, — the  doctor,  and 
all  that  saw  her,   thought  her  to  be  dying  during   that 
time, — but  late  that  night  she  asked  for  something  to 
cat,  though  she  had  neither  food  or  sleep  of  consequence 
for  three  weeks  before;  she  ate;  and,  after  eating,  fell 
asleep.     Fronri  that  time  she  began  to  amend;  and,  as 
her  body  gathered  strength,  so  her  abounding  consola- 
tions and  ability  for  speaking  gradually  decayed ;  but  a 
sweet  savor  and  relish  for  those  happy  days  continued; 
with  a  proper   sense  how  much  she  was  indebted  to 
free  grace   for  what   she  then  enjoyed  —In   about  a 
month's  tiine  she  was  able  to  leave  her  chamber: —  I 
then  asked  her  how  she  fared  v/ith  the  prospect  of 
living,--she  replied,--*  I  seem  to  myself  as  one  av/akened 
out  of  a  pleasing  dream,  or  like  one  that  has  met  with 
a  great  disappointnnent : — I  thought  1  was  just  entering 
the  port  of  heaven ;  but  now  1  find  I  must  go  back  to 
the  world  again  I  will  be  content,   as  it  is  the  will  of 
God.     O  that  I  may  be  helped  to  live  to  his  praise  ! — 
1  fear,   indeed,  to  be   engaged  in   the   things  of  this 
world  again;  but  he  that  brought  me  out  of  darkness 
into  light  is  able  to  keep  me  from  evil.     To  him  would 
I  look,  and  on  him  would  I  trust.' 

What  follow  are  a  few  of  her  many  observations 
during  those  five  days  in  which  she  was  so  eminently 


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Csivored  with  the  presence  and  Spirit  of  God;  for  the 
writer  bad  only  now  and  then  an  opportunity  of  hearing 
;he  gracious  words  she  uttered.  But  he  would  first 
observe : — Notwithstanding  she  was  so  full  of  divine 
things,  yet  she  well  knew  when  to  speak  of  thena,  and 
when  to  be  silent :— and  as  a  proof  that  she  was  in  her 
right  mind,  he  took  notice  she  always  suited  her 
discourse  to  her  company;  and  if  any  were  present  that 
she  thought  would  despise  experimental  religion,  she 
would  be  silent,  or  say  but  little,  and  that  about  things, 
ill  general,  which  most  allow  to  be  of  importance  in 
their  serious  moments  r — bur  whatever  dis])osition  any 
might  be  of,  they  could  not  help  being  serious  if  they 
came  near  her  in  those  days, — The  following  is  one 
instance:  An  exceeding  light  and  gay  young  woman 
coming  to  her  bedside,  she  looked  wistfully  at  her  for 
some  time,  then  said,  *  What,  are  you  come  to  see 
me  ?  Be  persuaded  to  lay  aside  your  vanities,  because 
you  must  die  as  well  as  myself,  though  you  may  live 
iL  little  longer  than  I  shall.*  The  manner  in  which  she 
spoke  these  few  w^ords  caused  the  young  woman  to 
burst  into  tears  and  turu^  away.  I  asked  her  if  sh© 
knew  that  person: — she  replied,  *  1  wish  I  had  not: 
'ihe  has  been  a  snare  to  me.' 

Asking  for  a  little  wine,  while  it  was  warming,  she 
•said,  *  Wine  will  not  cheer  me  now  as  it  used  to  do, 
It  has  lost  its  strengthening  virtue  to  me  :  but,  bkssed  Ifc^ 
be  God  !  there  is  virtue  yet  in  Jesus' blood;  inexhaustible 
virtue  ;  virtue  I  find  that  gladdens  my  heart ;  this  is 
v»*iue  that  maketh  glad  the  heart  of  God  and  man.' 

One  who  was  a  fellow- serv^ant  in  the  family  she 
lived  in  lust,  and  which  she  left  on  account  of  her  bad 
!.tate  of  health,  coming  to  see  her;  wept;  the  Stiid, 


*  Weep  not,  liiknow  you  are  a  seeker  of  J?sus;  I  ha\T 
been  witness  of  your  tears  and  you  of  mirie;  but  no\^ 
my  tears  are  turned  into  joy,  and  so  I  trust  will  yours, 
sooner  or  later.      I  was  of  a  sorrowful  spirit  as  well  as 
you,  and  I  had  cause  fcr  sorrow  through  iny  fellies. 
Indeed,  sometinies  I  appeared  cheerful,  but  it  was  put 
on;   now,    glory  be  to  God!    I  have  true  joy,  and  fc;el 
such  inward  peace  as  p*3.sseth  all   understanding  :— -be 
you,  therefore,  encouraged: — -for  if   you  h.ave  slighted 
convictions,  I  have  done  the  same; — if  you  have  trifled 
away  precious  time,  so  have  I;— rif  y^^  have  been  slow 
of  heart  to  believe,   I  mere ; — but  through  rich  grace  I 
have  obtained  lYiercy,  why  may  not  you  ?     You  can  but 
be  the  chief  of  sinners; — as  such  I  went  to  God,  and 
found  him  merciful  and  gracious; — a  God  pardoning 
iniquity,  transgression,  and  sin. 

To  another  she  said,  *  Live  by  faith  on  the  Son  of 
God.  I  have  not  lived  so:  if  1  liad,  I  should  not  have 
had  so  niany  fears  and  doubts  as  I- labored  under  at  the 
beginning  of  my  illness.  It  is  good  living  by  faith, 
but  better  dying  in  faith;  andTlhe  best  of  all  v\'hen  faith, 
shall  be  turned  into  sight,  and  hope  into  enjoyment. 
O  what  v/ill  that  be!  In  heaven  we  shall  see  such 
things  ase\e  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  heard  of: — v.'C 
shall  see  God  in  majesty; — the  Lamb  of  God; — tlie 
angels  of  God; — the  redeemed  of  the  Lord.  ^Vh.at  is 
their  work  ? — Ail  praise.  MeLhinks  I  siiall  sinjr  the 
loudest; — my  song,  I  am  sure,  must  be,'  "Grace! 
**  grace  !'* 

At  a  time  when  several  friends  were  present,  .«he 
said,  *  I  have  not  sung  for  sorpe  time.'  One  said  it 
i-night  injure  her  head:  she  replied,  *  No,  it  v.iU  not. 
Sing   Dr.  Watts*   13ih  H.  ^^d  b.— *'  How  sv.-cet  ^/d 


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**  a-^ful  is  the  place,"  &c.  And,  afteir  Aat  was  aung^ 
softly,  the  62d  H.  2d  b— "Come,  let  us  join  our 
•*'  cheerful  songs,"  8cc  But  none  could  sing  with  her; 
her  voice  sounded  like  something  more  than  human, 
and  while  she  sung  she  waved  her  arm  as  if  bowing 
before  the  throne  in  heaven;  at  last  the  company  left  off 
trying.  '  Well,' says  she,  'if  you  will  not  help  me  I  must 
sing  by  myself,  I  cannot  forbear.'  Then  she  broke  out, 
though *quite  sofily,  with  words  and  tune  that  neither 
of  us  had  ever  heard  before ;  and  we  left  her  in  astonish- 
ment. This  was  evening ;  the  next  morning  I  was 
informed  she  continued  singing  in  that  manner  great 
part  of  the  night,  though  she  seemed  at  intervals  to  be 
actually  dying. 

At  another  time  she  spoke  of  the  infinite  majesty  (^ 
God  as  if  she  had  a  view  of  his  unveiled  glory.  I  must 
not  attempt  to  repeat  her  words  ;  but,  she  having  dwelt 
upon  his  nature,  perfection,  and  attributes,  went  on, 
speaking  of  the  characters,  names,  and  titles  given  him 
in  the  scriptures,  in  such  a  manner  as  was  truly  surpris- 
ing,  and  which  made  the  heart  to  glow. 

Often  she  laid  for  a  considerable  time  together  as  if 
in  deep  meditation;  then  would  mention  some  sweet 
text,  giving  it  a  concise  and  pithy  paraphrase. 

Once,  as  she  was  speaking  on  justification,  a  friend 
said,  **  Then  you  do  not  expect  to  be  saved  by  good 
"  works.^*  She  replied,  *  I  cast  them  all  aside,  and 
count  them  as  dung,  that  I  may  be  found  in  Christ: 
nevertheless,  I  esteem  holiness,  desire  more  of  it,  and 
long  for  the  time  when  I  shall  cease  from  sin.  But,* — 
recollecting  herself — *  I  do  trust  in  good  works,  and 
.«-xpect  to  be  iaved  by  them.     I  do  not  mean  those  of 

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iir\y  owo,  but  the  works  of  righteousness  wrought  by- 
Christ  Jesus :  His  doing  and  dying,— his  obedience  and 
and  sufferings ;— these  are  the  works  I  trust  in  and 
depend  upon ;  and  on  these  any  poor,  broken-hcapled 
sinner  may  quietly  venture  his  eternal  all.' 

At  another  time,  when  a  little  wine  was  offered,  she 
said,  *  Christ  when  he  was  dying  had  vinegar  and  gall 
given  him,  instead  of  wine:  Not  only  vinegar  which  is; 
sour,  but  gall  that  is  bitter,  and  both  mingled  togetherr 
He  drank  the  sour  and  bitter  that  I  might  have  the 
sweet.' — Here  she  greatly  enlarged  on  the  passion  and 
death  of  Christ;  adding,  *  by  his  death  he  procured  for 
me,  and  you,  and  you,  and  you,  (pointing  to  different 
friends  that  stood  near  her)  not  only  pardon  and  recon* 
ciliation,  but  heaven  also,  which  I  hope  soon  to  entej 
upon,  and  you  will  quickly  follow.' 

A  neighbor  overhearing  her  speak,  and  not  under- 
standing what  she  heard,  reported  that  she  was  mad. 
On  being  tcld  of  this,  she  cried,  *  Lord!  more  of  this 
lYiadness  give  to  me  and  her ."  and  added,  '  It  was  said 
of  him  that  spake  as  never  man  spake, — he  is  beside 
himself,  yea,  he  hath  a  devli:  but  I  hope  1  do  not  say 
any  thing  unbecoming ;  I  know  I  do  not  speak  of 
myself;  for  when  in  health  I  could  scarce  speak  at  all 
about  sacred  things ;  it  is  God  that  gives  me  matter  and 
words.  To  him  be  all  the  glory:  not  unto  me,  not 
unto  vile,  unworthy  itie,  but 

**  To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid 
*'  Be  everlasting  honors  paid.'* 

Two  fearful  and  timorous  friends  being  once  present^ 
:t  was  asked  her,  If  her  language  might  not  discourage 


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them?  she  answered,    '  I  think   the  contrary :— they 
ought  to  be  encouraged; — they  can  be  but  destitute  of 
all  that  is  good,  and  full  of  evil ;  and  I  was  so: — there- 
fore, as  God  hath  shewn  me  favor,   I  think  it  is  an 
argument   for  them   to  lift  up  the   hands  that  hang 
down.'     One  said,    **  Few  are  favored  like   you  in  a 
'*  dying  season."     She  replied,  *  Some  have  their  sun 
set  in  a  cloud;   and  if  the  Lord  should  hide  his  face 
from  me  before  I  leave  this  world,  O  may  I  be  helped 
to  trust  in  him !     They  that  are  born  again  shall  die 
safe,   if  not  comfortable ;    for  precious  in  the  sight  of 
the  Lord  is  the  death  of  his  saints;   they  are  not  pure 
in  their  own  eyes ;   but  in  his  sight,  they  that  appear 
so  to  themselves  are  vile  in  his  esteem.* 

Noticing  how  long  it  wa?  since  she  had  been  at  public 
worship,  she  said,  '  I  should  like  to  worship  him  in 
his  earthly  courts  again;  but  I  had  rather  behold  him 
face  to  face:  I  had  much  rather  cast  my  crown  before 
him  in  heaven,  and  see  the  King  in  his  beauty  there; 
yet  I  desire  to  wait  the  appointed  tinne  till  my  change 

>ball  come.  This  body  must  die  before  I  can  see  him; 
then  shall  I  behold  his  face  in  righteousness,  and  never, 

never  sin  any  more.* 

From  this  spcchiicn  may  it  not  be  fairly  inferred. 
That  there  is  such  a  thing  as  divine  influence ;  that  there 
is  a  reality  in  religion ;  and  that  that  must  be  worthy 
every  one's  pursuit  which  will  afford  such  tranquillity, 
peace,  and  joy  in  the  prospect  of  dissolving  nature? 

Her  not  dying  when  she,  her  friends,  and  the  faculty 
thought  she  would,  does  not  argue  against  what  has 
been  related ;  but  the  strong  consolations  w^ith  which 
«he  W51S  favored  exhibit  the  merciful  loving-kindness 

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of  God,  in  preparing  her  thereby  to  endure  with  patience 
those  sufferings  she  was  so  long  exercised  with ;   and, 
which,   at  last,   reduced  her  to  a  niere  skeleton;  yeV 
was  her  mind  so  calm,   that  she  whispered  the  day 
before  she  left  this  world,  *  1  cannot   talk ;   but  I  shalis 
soon  sing  there  !'  pointing  towards  heaven. 

Her  remains  were  interred  in  Tacket-street  burial 
ground,  in  Ipswic«,  over  which  is  the  following^ 
inicripcion : 

SUSANNA  HARRISON, 

DIED  3d  of  august,  1784, 

AGED  XXXIL 

DURING  TWELVE  YEARS'  AFFLICTION' 

SHE  DISCOVERED  A  GRACIOUS  SPIRIT,  AND 

WAS  THE  AUTHOR  OF 

•'  SONGS  IN  THE  NIGHT;" 

BY  WHICH,SHEBEINGDE  AD,  YET  SPE  AKETH. 

Pause  here  one  Tinoment,  thmi  thaf  r^adest  this  5 
She  Still  would  point  thee  to  eternal  bliss.... 
Her  soul  betimes  The  Friend  of  sinners  sought; 
She  found  him  gracious,  and  his  grace  she  taught ; 
Her  state  was  humble,  but  her  faith  was  true. 
And  what  she  sung,  she  sung  from  what  she  knew  5 
Her  themes^  her  songs  were  full  of  love  diviniB  .., 
Rcfle«t,...,and  msike,....Uke  her,., ..religion  thine  I 


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